For You | A vampire Seduction

♡ Chapter Twenty Three ♡ New

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ~ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ •√

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𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑷𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝑶𝒇 𝑽𝒊𝒆𝒘:𝓎𝑜𝓊

Rolf’s lips curled into a devilish smirk as he sized up Rachel once more, his gaze filled with a renewed intensity. He began to saunter toward her, his movements slow and deliberately flirtatious, as if he were a predator savoring the thrill of the chase. Rachel, feeling a rush of anxiety, instinctively backed away, swallowing hard against the growing lump in her throat.

"Love, you should really be coming closer, you know?" His voice was laced with amusement, a teasing tone that only heightened her unease.

Her eyes darted to the bed, a vivid reminder of what they were to do there. It was the same place where they would soon lose themselves in each other, surrendering to the heat of passion until they were both spent and glistening with sweat.

"Are you going to be rough with me?" Her question emerged as a whisper, small and timid, even as she continued to retreat from the man who was now stalking her with a playful gleam in his eyes. His movements were anything but stealthy; he radiated confidence, his grin wide and inviting.

"Is that why you’re running from me?" he asked, his tone teasing, as he took another step forward.

Rachel didn’t respond, her gaze locked onto his with a mixture of apprehension and intrigue, her doe-like eyes reflecting a whirlwind of emotions.

"Come on…" He sighed, coming to a halt, his expression shifting to one of mock disappointment.

"Rachel, come here," he called softly, his voice a honeyed invitation. He expected her to obey, to surrender to him, but to his surprise, she shook her head defiantly and continued to back away.

He let out a breathy laugh, "You know what? If I get my hands on you, I swear to God I’ll rip that dress and make you moan my name."

Rachel took a breath in sharply, her core tightening in response to his bold words. A thrill coursed through her; perhaps that wouldn’t be so bad, she thought, biting her lip in contemplation. Yet, another question nagged at her—would she even be able to walk afterward?

"I’d carry you," he said, as if reading her innermost thoughts, a playful grin spreading across his face.

"𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 to daddy, baby," he urged, opening his arms wide, an invitation she found almost impossible to resist. But for the moment, she wanted to play a little game. Leaning against a nearby wall, she quipped, "Come get me."

Rolf tilted his head to the side, a thoughtful expression crossing his features as he realized her playful challenge. His smile widened, and in the blink of an eye, he closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around her possessively.

"Now, talk to me," he commanded, his gaze locked onto her lips, a hint of urgency in his tone.

He wanted this moment to be special, to ensure that she felt comfortable and cherished. It was their first time, after all, and he was determined to make it memorable. He was ready to engage in an intimate conversation, to acknowledge her needs and desires, to explore the positions she had yearned to try.

"Can we sit, please?" she asked humbly, her voice trembling slightly.

Rolf nodded, loosening his grip and guiding her toward the large couch. He settled into another seat across from her, leaning back with a relaxed posture, his legs spreading wide to claim more space. Rachel couldn’t help but let her gaze linger on his lap, her heart racing.