"I was never that much into guys, let alone posers or vamps.
But he was the real thing and a force to be reckoned with.
And I surrendered without a fight."
Smut, language, sexual themes, mature themes, mild violence, mentions of blood, mentions of...
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"The world was on fire and no one could save me but you. It's strange what desire will make foolish people do. I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you. And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you..."
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"Hyunjin?"
"Mmm?"
"Can you tell me what happened the other night?"
We're lying on his bed, facing each other, freshly bathed, hair still damp, the satin sheets barely covering our lower halves. He stares at me, hands folded, tucked under the pillow where he lays his head, his slanted eyes a soft burgundy colour. I run my fingertips over the smooth skin of his arm, enjoying the sensation. The calmness it brings me. The room is bathed in the soft glow of a few candles scattered around and the air heavy with the scent of roses and spice.
"What do you want to know?" He asks in a low soothing tone. His eyes linger on me, conveying a sense of trust -an 'you can ask me anything, Minho' attitude. Can I?
"Before you came... I was with the two girls." I add hesitantly. "I... I think we were..." I let out a deep sigh. "Making-out?" He asks arching an eyebrow, though his demeanour is still light. "We did?" I ask, a feeling of embarrassment heating my face even if he doesn't seem upset with me.
"I'm sorry Minho." He whispers somberly now, scooting closer to me, his hand gently reaching for mine. "Hye-rin... She is impulsive and... I can't apologize enough." He sighs. "She shouldn't have done that." "What did she do?" I interrupt his apology, squeezing his hand lightly. He looks at me solemnly. "She wanted to taste your blood. Instead of asking for your permission, she tried to seduce you. I am deeply sorry." "My blood?" I ask and I am sure I sound dumbfounded. "That's all she wanted?"
"For vampires, tasting blood is intertwined with sexual pleasure. It gives us pleasure. That is why we share our blood during the act, especially with someone we consider significant." He says quietly looking at me through his eyelashes. I catch the slight touch of sensuality in his voice. "It enhances the experience." He adds in an even lower tone.
Is this something we can share together? Or is it just between vampires? I can't help but wonder, as his burgundy eyes find mine. There is a longing in his gaze.
He plays with my fingers deep in thought for a moment and then continues somberly again: "Hye-rin just wanted to taste you." "So nothing else happened? You came and she left?" He nods. His eyes watch me closely.
