Fangs Of Desire |B.E|

Bold hearts and sharp fangs

Rachel's POV:

Of course, Billie had no plans to put her t-shirt back on, which didn't bother me at all. I would say, on the contrary, I secretly admired her silhouette.

She arched an eyebrow, her ocean eyes locked onto mine, a playful challenge evident. "Dare," she said with a confident smirk.

"Alright...," I begun, playing with a strand of my hair. "I dare you to... let me look closer at your fangs and touch them. You know, I'm very... fascinated about them." I said feeling the same amount of boldness as Billie.

Her eyes widened and her eyebrows shot in surprise. In that moment I felt some nervousness settle in me, because she seemed taken aback. But then a slow, seducive smile spread across her face. "You're playing bold to, darling." She said, her voice angelic. "I accept." "So you're okay with it? At first I thought that you don't like that idea. I just don't want to make you uncomfortable and..."

Billie shook her head slightly, the smile never leaving her face. "I'm more than okay with it. You just caught me off guard, that's all." She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my skin. "It's not every day someone asks to get up close and personal with a dhampir's fangs."

My fingers trembled slightly as I reached out, hesitating just inches from her lips. She parted them slightly, revealing the sharp, glistening fangs that had intrigued me.

"Go ahead," she encouraged. "They won't bite. Unless you want them to." I couldn't help but but blush at her words. "I'll keep that in mind."

My fingers traced her jawline, my thumb gently caressing her bottom lip. I could see as Billie shivered under my touch, her gaze filled with something deep, yet unspoken.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. The atmosphere between us had shifted, charged with a new kind of energy. My fingers traced the curve of her fangs, feeling their smooth, sharp edges. They were cool to the touch, contrasting with the warmth of her breath.

Billie closed her eyes, a soft hum escaping her lips. I could tell she was enjoying the sensation, her body leaning into my touch.

"You're so gentle..." she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "Most people are scared, you know."

"I'm not most people." I replied, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. Billie's hand moved to my wrist, her touch light but firm. She guided my fingers along her lips, then to the edge of her teeth. I felt a thrill at the sensation, a mix of curiosity and a strange, new kind of desire. "I can tell," she said, her eyes darkening with an emotion I couldn't quite place. "You're different."

As I traced the contours of her fangs with gentle fascination, a myriad of thoughts raced through my mind. How had we come to this moment, where the boundaries between curiosity and attraction blurred so effortlessly? Billie, with her enigmatic aura and seductive smile, was unlike anyone I had ever met. And here I was, drawn to her not just out of curiosity for her supernatural nature, but by something deeper, something primal.

She watched my every movement, her expression a mix of amusement and anticipation. "You're brave," she murmured, her voice a whisper against the charged silence between us. "Not many would dare to explore a dhampir's secrets."

I swallowed hard, the intensity of her gaze sending a rush of warmth through me. "I've always been curious," I admitted softly, my fingers still tracing the outline of her fangs. Each touch revealed more about her, about the intricate balance of her humanity and the darkness that lay just beneath the surface.