Music Recommendation: Little Heart- Amarante
Eve felt her heart thundering inside her chest, threatening to break free as if it had suddenly received wings. Vincent's gaze held her captive, even though he was yet to restrain her with his hands or body.
She replied, "It has been a while since you last drank my blood." She knew the little nips and drops from her lips didn't quench his thirst.
Vincent hummed with a cunning smile on his lips. He said, "Indeed it has been long since I last drank your sweet blood, and today we shall find a sweeter spot for me to drink from."
Eve's heart thumped harder at his suggestive words. She clutched the sheet beneath her. She asked him, "A place different from the previous one?"
"Mhm," Vincent responded, and without saying it in words, he cupped the part between her legs over her dress. A soft gasp escaped from Eve's lips, and blood rushed up her neck, some rushing between her legs.
"Vincent!" His name rushed out of her lips, and she looked utterly embarrassed, unable to meet his eyes.
"Shh. It's okay," Vincent assured her when she raised her upper body to meet his eyes, while she looked startled. "I won't hurt you, I promise. I want to eat you here."
"E--eat me..." Eve stuttered, trying to keep her mind and body from falling apart in his arms.
"Yes, eat you. And it is unfair that I am the only one to enjoy."
Eve felt Vincent's hand gently rub between her legs, and the more he did it, the more she wanted him to continue as if she was the cold coal coming to life as she started to burn under his touch. She gasped, feeling his entire palm stroke her intimate part before feeling one of his fingers push on her core over the fabric of her dress, which made her softly whine.
"What is it, my beloved girl?" Vincent asked her, his coppery-red eyes staring into her blue eyes. He tilted his head to the side and asked, "Something you wanted to tell?"
Eve's face had turned bright red, and her breathing was uneven even though Vincent was yet to eat her. She asked him, "What are you doing?"
There was a faint hint of wickedness in how he looked at her right now, where he barely smiled at her. He ran his tongue over one of his fangs and remarked, "So impatient."
Vincent continued to rub the place between her legs, feeling the intimate part as he wanted to get acquainted with it, with the entire being that belonged to Eve. He watched her with fascination, where the young mermaid's breathing had deepened, and her chest moved up and down.
He then pulled his hand away from her legs and placed his hands back on both her knees, sitting upright against the bed's surface. Once his hands were settled there, he gently pushed the skirt's fabric up her legs, which moved higher until the hem of her dress's skirt had moved above the knee.
Eve felt Vincent's fingertips trace up from her ankles to her knees and then disappear behind the skirt that had been hitched up.
During the whole time, the two of their eyes met and didn't leave each other. Vincent watched Eve out of certain allure that she held to her with every expression of arousal passed by her face. While she watched him to know and decipher his next move, nothing could prepare her against his actions, such was his effect on her that she felt like she was drowning with him in pleasure.
The back of Vincent's hand brushed against the inside of Eve's thigh, and the grip of her hands on the sheets of the bed tightened. When his hand brushed against her underwear, he asked,
"May I?"
It wasn't like Eve was going to stop him when they had come this far, but even if she didn't want to, she knew she couldn't refuse him. It was hard to resist a charming man like Vincent and hard to compare anyone to his words and actions.
A trickle of fear mixed with excitement seeped into her bones. She was half worried about someone barging inside the room through the door, while a nervous excitement filled her body with anticipation. She finally nodded, "Okay," she whispered.
Vincent didn't have to be told twice. As soon as Eve uttered the word, his hands moved to either side of her waist, and he felt the strings of it between his fingers. Another splash of fresh blush came to settle on Eve's face. Hooking his fingers at the top of the underwear, he slid it down her legs. Letting it pass through her feet before he noticed a wet patch on the off-white undergarment.
If Eve could, she would have buried her face under heaps of pillow after seeing Vincent crumple her underwear in his hand. He brought it near his nose to take a good whiff of it. Her scent was more potent there, and it drove his senses wild.
Dropping her underwear on one part of the bed, his hands grazed on both sides of her legs. He then moved his hands to the inside of her thighs and pushed her legs apart. Soon he dipped his head under her skirt that hadn't been hitched up completely.
Eve felt Vincent press his lips against the inside of her thigh, the pressure just enough to let her know the wicked things his lips were going to do to her.
Instead of leaving a trail of kisses across Eve's skin, Vincent used his tongue by having it slowly trace up her thigh, and she softly gulped down the building nervousness she felt in the pit of her stomach.
A gasp escaped from her lips when Vincent blew air to the core of her sex, and she felt her body tighten, a shiver running down her back. He once again blew air, and heard him say,
"You smell heavenly, Eve. Let me see if you taste heavenly too."
His words sent a jolt down her body even though he didn't touch her yet. When she felt his warm tongue lick her core from the bottom to the top, she went to place her hand on his head, but he caught both her hands with his, keeping them still.
The sensation she felt was nothing like she had ever felt before, and for a moment, it felt like her body would sink into the bed. But that was only for two seconds before her back arched because soon, when Vincent's mouth covered her wet sex, an inaudible cry escaped from Eve's lips,
"AHH!"
Her cry of pleasure only spurred Vincent as encouragement. He vigorously used his tongue up and down, occasionally probing it to elicit soft whines from her.
Eve's nails dug into the bed, feeling every bundle of her nerves starting to light in an unexplainable pleasure that had her lips part in an inaudible sigh. Knowing it was Vincent's mouth that now licked her intimate part only aroused her that much.
When Vincent started to suck on it, Eve felt her eyes roll and threw her head back. His tongue turned aggressive as if he wanted to suck her dry and they lost track of time. Her body writhed under the ministrations of his mouth, and when his tongue probed further into her darker part, she moaned in pleasure.
Vincent continued to devour Eve until the room was filled with her whines and pants. He sucked and licked, feeling her body tremble until her arched back finally touched the bed. Pulling his mouth away for a moment, he murmured,
"You taste delicious. So good and wet," and Vincent's breath hit Eve differently. He ran his tongue across the length of the lips between her legs, making her moan. He went back to suck her wet sex before kissing it.
Eve felt Vincent give her small kisses that made her shiver, while her heart rapidly raced in her chest. Releasing his hold on her hands that had turned weak, the pureblooded vampire pushed the skirt further up so that he could look at the art he had made on the woman.
Vincent licked his lips, his tongue running on the corner of his lips to collect the remnants of Eve's essence left on his lips.
Eve's mouth had parted as she breathed through it, her eyes holding a dazed look as if she was trying to get back to the ground from the sky that Vincent had taken her to. Her blue eyes had turned to bright gold, her arousal obvious in those beautiful eyes, and it took a lot of effort for him to hold himself back from taking more than what she could offer.
While Eve tried to catch her senses, Vincent didn't give her a heads-up, and he lowered his head again before taking a bite closer to the sweet cavern between her legs.
"Ah!" Eve winced, feeling Vincent suck on her upper thigh's blood.
Vincent closed his eyes in satisfaction, as it felt like it had been years since he had tasted her blood, and he continued to drink from her soft skin.
When Vincent took his fill of blood while ensuring he didn't overtake it, he retracted his fangs in his mouth. He licked her skin and ran his tongue across his teeth to relish her taste.
Eve watched Vincent pull himself back. He picked up her underwear and slid it above her feet, helping her wear it. His sinful lips stretched in delight, and he remarked, "I look forward to having more of you for eternity."
