The Vampire & His Nymph | Midnight Cravings Series

• C H A P T E R - V •

Victor was setting up the plate and again he froze for the nth time.
He swallowed.

She looked good in his shirt.
Too good.

The white button-down shirt reached her mid-thighs displaying her long slender legs. She had curled the long sleeves up to her elbows and left the first button off which showed off her cleavage.
Merda! He was in trouble.

Maya was well aware of this reaction from males. Many creatures of the opposite gender wanted her. She had enjoyed pleasure with male nymphs when she wasn't a prisoner. Not that she lost her virginity but there were many other ways to pleasure. But she never had felt something like this. The pull she felt with this vampire was powerful. Magnetic. She didn't know a simple gaze would make her knees weak. Or her core throb with a need she didn't understand. Until now.

The connection between her and the vampire she quite didn't comprehend. The rise of her breasts with her shallow breaths wasn't helping her to concentrate. Now that she was covered in warm clothing she nonetheless shivered.

All because of one damn vampire.

He didn't look bad himself. He looked very much.... edible. She swept her tongue over her lips which suddenly felt dry.

"I made dinner, come have your fill." He sat the plate on the kitchen table drawing a stool for her. She reluctantly slipped in.

Having her so close made his nostrils flare in awareness of her scent. He wanted to bury his nose in the crook of her neck and probably stay there for the rest of his life. Her waist-length hair came to his notice. He didn't recall seeing them before. You were busy ogling her anatomy. The predator replied in a husky voice. Suddenly, he had the urge to run his hand through the silky ebony strands.

"Thank you." She muttered perching on the stool.

"Is wine okay for you?" Victor asked.

Maya glanced at the old bottle giving a little shake of her head. She had liquor before but she didn't want to lose her little sanity.

"I don't have anything unless..." He rummaged through cabinets and drew two water bottles "water."
He thanked his lucky stars for packing water bottles.

"It will do."

He gave a nod. Warming up the clear liquid he filled a glass for her.

Victor frowned at the untouched food.

"Is the food not to your liking?" He rounded up the table squatting on the chair opposite her.
She shook her head staring at the food.
"Shit. Are you vegetarian?" He hoped not. Merda! Not that he mind. He could cook her something vegetarian.
She shook her head again. The ebony curtain hid her face.

"Then what is it?" Victor asked softly.

Something crashed in his dead heart watching her broken and so... vulnerable.
Where did the woman from earlier go? The one who was brave enough to scare an ancient vampire. 

"I never had something like this to eat," she confessed softly.
"Thank you."

Victor was stunned at the blunt confession. Just from where did she come from? Was she a prisoner? Or worse. Later. Questions for later. Victor thought allowing her to silently devour her food.

Maya took the fork and knife set them outside the plate and started eating with her hands. She didn't care if the vampire found it disgusting but he didn't comment. Munching on small pieces her stomach rumbled loudly, her toes almost curled because the chicken was tasty. He was a good cook.
She was aware of the cool gaze watching her in silence. She intended not to get affected and focused on her plate.

"I'm Victor."
She stopped midway a piece of chicken in her hand. Her brows furrowed.

"We didn't do introductions."
"Oh." Realizing they didn't. "Maya," she said softly resuming her eating.
"Maya," Victor murmured her name as if he were tasting it. He liked the way her name rolled on his tongue. He liked the idea of saying her name a constant mantra whilst she sucked on his particular part which was growing bigger and hotter. He shifted in the chair. An image filled in his mind. Maya on her knees, her pouty pink lips wrapped around him. With a groan, he tossed the image out of his brain. 

The rest of the dinner went well and in silence. Victor simply sat there watching her swirling the glass of red wine but not attempting to sip.
No.
He didn't want his senses to cloud with liquor. Not when there was an enticing creature in his cabin who happened to be a gorgeous almost naked female blessed with a seductive body.

He wanted to think straight. But had failed terribly when all he could think was to sink his fangs in her slender throat or sink his dick deep inside her warmth. Either way, he wanted inside her. His growing bulge in the pants wasn't helping either.

Maya sighed having a hearty dinner. Victor was still plopped on the stool absently toying with the wine glass. Rising from the stool she passed him to the small washbasin.

"You can leave it there," Victor's voice glided down her spine. She knew he was close.
"I insist. After all, you did help me." she pointed out.

Victor shrugged not that she could see him. Her back was facing him. He set the wine glass on the kitchen table coming across to stand next to her. He watched her delicate bony hands cleaning the plate.

"How did you come here?"
Maya's spine stood straight.
She hesitated before answering.
"In a ship."
"Isn't it obvious?" Victor took the plate from her which was squeaky clean drying it with a clean rug.

"Are you in trouble, Maya?" Victor cautiously asked.
He did sense something off.

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