387: Weak in the knees

Weak in the knees

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Eve felt every nerve in her body awakened at Vincent's touch. The pureblooded vampire knew what he was doing to her. There was something very sexy and alluring about the way his tongue peeked out of his lips. The sight turned her aroused, and she responded to his earlier question, 

"More." 

A pleased look appeared in Vincent's eyes and he bit into the side of her breast, and her back arched from the pain and pleasure that started to spread across her chest. The bite was quick, but the aftercare had her twist her body as she couldn't keep it still. 

Eve's hands found themselves in the thick locks of his silver hair. They were soft under her touch, and she couldn't help from gently weaving through his hair. When Vincent's teeth nipped on her little hardened bud, her grip on him turned firm and she cried out pleasure, 

"Vince!" 

Vincent kissed the bite mark he left and admired her flushed skin. His hands left invisible whispers on her skin wherever he brushed his fingertips.

Eve's fingers weaved through Vincent's silver hair, pushing it back from his forehead, and when her fingers reached the ends of his hair, it escaped from between her fingers to go back to settle the way it had been earlier with a dishevelled look. A shiver ran down her back when his hand ran the length of her body from her shoulder to feel deep in her back and settle on her bottom. 

She pushed herself upwards by using both her elbows to sit upright and face him. Her heart pace increased, which left her chest heaving for the air she had forgotten to breathe. She said, 

"I want to love you a lot too."

"I am all yours. Do whatever you please," Vincent gave her permission which she already had before asking him. "What would you like to do, my love?" He asked her with a curious gaze, watching her dilated eyes. 

Eve's arousal had been filling his room, turning his senses wild. His fingers dug into her bottom and pulled her towards him. The young mermaid placed her hands on his shoulder and said, "A lot of things." A shy smile appeared on her lips, but the glint in her eyes was nothing less of a seductress who had come to hunt like him tonight. 

She kissed his lips, while pushing his shoulders so that he lay on the bed. She traced her fingers across his cheekbones and strong jaw. As if in a trance, she said, 

"If anyone saw you with your eyes closed and your silver hair brushed to the front, they would think how soft and innocent you are."

"And what do you think?" Vincent hummed, who took a comfortable position and stared at her. 

"I think… you are too handsome, where when your eyes fall on something or someone, they cannot get away from you. You are enigmatic, Vince," Eve had placed her legs on either side of his body, and now sat on his stomach. When she hovered in front of him, his hands caressed her waist. "As much as you intimidate people, they cannot help but be captivated by you. I am glad that you are smart and cunning."

A light chuckle escaped from Vincent's lips. He raised his hand when her hair hindered one side of her face. While he went to touch her hair behind her ear, he caressed her cheek and let it settle behind her ear. He said, "I don't think anyone has ever praised me the way you have. What's going on in that mind of yours?" 

A smile spread on her lips. She said, "Plan to mark you."

Eve left a trail of kisses on Vincent's jaw, pecking his lips and mischievously smiling when she pulled away before he would kiss her and his eyes narrowed with a challenging smile. She heard him say, 

"You are quite a playful one, aren't you?" Vincent's hand curled around the back of her neck, bringing her to him and he kissed her on her lips.

His action alone had left her dizzy and weak in her knees. 

When Vincent loosened his hold on Eve, she took a second before kissing his neck and shoulder blades. She heard him take a sharp breath when she bit him. She continued to bite and then suck on his skin, but more than pain, she heard him hum in pleasure and smiled. 

"How long will it stay before it fades?" Eve asked him, admiring the little art of work she had made on his chest. 

Vincent noticed how Eve looked excited like a child. She seemed more than happy to leave a mark on his skin, which warmed his heart. He replied to her, 

"Maybe two days the most, but you are always welcome to leave more marks whenever you want to."

Eve smiled, somewhere glad that they had already shared intimate moments before this and things weren't awkward between them, where they could smile and talk to each other comfortably. Her fingertips traced the strong and taut muscles of his shoulders and chest. Unable to hold back, she pressed her lips against his cheek before leaving a little trail of kisses on his skin. 

This time Eve's kisses were like the little licks of a cat, and she kissed his firm chest and torso. Before she could go further down, he caught her chin between his thumb and index finger, 

"Come here, darling."

Eve felt compelled to listen to him, and soon he caught her hands in his. 

Vincent stated, "As eager as a bunny you are, today is your birthday and you deserve to be spoiled. Not me."

"But I want both o—" 

Eve didn't get to finish her sentence as Vincent flipped their positions in a smooth and swift movement, such that Eve was no more hovering above him, and her back was pressed flat on the big bed. 

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