I bit back a shriek when he came to my side in a flash, his hands on my lower back as he leaned down to whisper, "Don't play with fire, Amor meus." He removed my hair off my right shoulder so he could place a kiss on the spot. My skin tingled where his lips touched. I closed my eyes, and my back leaned voluntarily into him. His words and touch seemed to send my body into overdrive. His fingers grazed mine. That single touch lingered, subtle yet electrifying, as he used his free hand to press against my lower back, guiding me forward. His touch was gentle, yet firm; his fingers pressed against my hips before he turned me, so I could face him.
My lips parted, but no sound came from them. His hands were scorching, their heat seeping through the thin cotton of my dress, and I was acutely aware of every point of contact, every inch of space that separated us. His hands seemed to burn through the fabric, branding me with the strength of his hold. His touch felt intimate, possessive even.
"Nyx," I whispered his name, feeling like I was being controlled. I'd never felt this intensity before, that need to get down on my knees and worship him.
When he looked into my eyes, I felt like I was floating, weightless under him. There was a hunger in his eyes that made my stomach flutter, and I felt a shiver race down my spine, pooling into a slow, simmering ache at my core. His presence was overwhelming, and the air between us grew heavier with each passing second.
"What is it you want, Kalí mou?"
I'd never liked his word of endearment before, but now, it sent my entire senses on fire. I felt like I was about to melt if I kept staring at him. Pushing him away, I staggered to his table. Gulping, I grabbed the glass I saw on it without knowing what liquid was in there. As long as it wasn't red, I figured it was okay for consumption.
I took the first sip and grimaced at the sour bite. The warm liquid slid down my throat, scorching and stoking the fire his touch had started.
Nyx smiled, showing off his fangs, eyes crinkling at the side. Those red orbs seemed to glow darker as he stalked towards me, his movements fluid and predatory. The intensity in his eyes sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through my body.
My stomach flipped, and my pussy got wetter. I'd never felt a desire so strong, gripping blindly to me. The need to throw myself on him became so strong that I had to gulp some more of the alcohol, feeling the warmth slide down my throat, burning it.
Without breaking eye contact, he reached towards me just as I took the last gulp of the drink. Before I could react, his hand shot out, fingers wrapping firmly around my jaw. Startled, the glass slipped from my fingers, clattering to the floor and shattering to pieces.
I almost jumped, but his grip prevented me from doing so. It was tight, bordering on painful, as he forced my mouth open. My pulse quickened, a mix of excitement and arousal flooding my system.
I should be scared. I should push him away, run as far from this bloodsucker with the red blood eyes as I could, but I stood, my feet rooted on the floor. My heartbeat accelerated as I watched him, and my stomach tightened in expectation of what I couldn't tell.
He leaned in close, his breath hot against my skin. It was a miracle how I didn't melt under him. Nyx closed the distance between our faces and crushed his mouth against mine. The kiss was fierce, almost brutal in its intensity.
My fists clenched as my lips were taken for the first time. I'd always imagined how my first kiss would be: gentle, full of love for my fiancée. However, when it came, it came with the fire that accompanied the man setting my entire body ablaze.
His tongue invaded my mouth, unapologetic, punishing even. There were promises of more dark things to come, things that would make me wish to find the nearest exit.
I didn't, though. I moaned into the kiss, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. My body molded with his, like I was a piece of the puzzle missing.
My body felt hotter the deeper and rougher his kiss became. He wasn't trying to be a gentleman. He was showing the animalistic side of him.
When I felt dizzy from the kiss, like I might die if I continued feeling that hotness, he broke away from it, breathing heavily as his blood-red eyes stared at my lips. I was drunk with my desires, so drunk I wouldn't mind getting naked on the cold, hard floor and offering myself to him on a gold platter.
"On your knees," he said, his voice startling me from my thoughts. Gulping, I peered at him, still with my head hazy."Wh… What?"
His fingers ran through my hair. "Get on your knees, Zuckerbienchen."
Overtaken by an insistent urge to please him, I sank until I was on my knees before him. My heart raced, anticipation and desire coursing through me.
When I peered up at him, my eyes looking into his bloody ones, I felt like I was about to be devoured. The hunger in his eyes, that look I'd seen when he mentioned taking my blood, was too raw, undiluted, and focused on me. The intensity almost sent my body ablaze, and I had to grip hard on the legs of his slacks for anchor.
"You don't know what you do to me, Min Skatt."
I shivered, my eyes fixed on the bulge in his pants. I wasn't feeling the pain in my knees anymore.
Holding his gaze, I licked my lower lip, my heart racing wildly against my chest. I'd never done this before, never been in such a situation with a man, yet I was feeling eager to rip his slacks and take out his dick.
What the fuck did he do to me? Why was I feeling hot and bothered by just a kiss? Was it the alcohol I took? My head wasn't as fuzzy as it was when I took that gulp.
He placed his hand on his zip, and I watched, mouth dry as he lowered it.