𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

2

AKIRA:

I found Ezekiel surprisingly easy to talk to, his words flowing effortlessly as he guided our conversation from one topic to the next. It was a rare kind of ease, the kind that made everything else fade away, as though the rest of the world had fallen silent just for us. I noticed that the other women who had been clamoring for his attention earlier seemed to realize he was no longer available; they watched from a distance, casting occasional glances our way. Their longing stares almost made me laugh.

Ezekiel seemed completely unfazed by their attention, and I couldn’t help but tease him. “They can’t take their eyes off you,” I said, raising an eyebrow as I glanced toward the admirers lingering nearby.

He chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “I was born with it,” he replied with a casual shrug.

Before long, the music shifted to a softer melody, and he offered his hand to me. Without hesitation, I took it, and we joined the newlyweds and their family on the dance floor. His hand settled at my waist, guiding me effortlessly as we moved to the rhythm. There was an undeniable chemistry between us, and I could feel the subtle electricity with each step we took together.

As we danced, Sam, the groom, came over and leaned in close, whispering something to Ezekiel before casting me a mischievous grin. “Be careful with him,” he warned, his voice laced with laughter.

Ezekiel rolled his eyes, laughing as he pulled me a little closer. “Don’t scare my date, Sam. You’re ruining my evening.”

Sam only grinned wider, clearly enjoying himself. I laughed along, feeling completely at ease, as though I’d known Ezekiel for far longer than a single night. In that moment, surrounded by laughter and music, I realized this evening was turning into something truly unforgettable.

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EZEKIEL:

The way my large hands rested on her small waist felt almost surreal, as though we were designed to fit together this way. Her scent filled my senses,
something sweet and unfamiliar, an intoxicating
fragrance that pulled me in deeper with every
breath. It wasn't a typical perfume; it was unique,
almost like a natural, magnetic allure that I couldn't
resist.

As we moved to the rhythm, my body reacted
instinctively to her nearness, the warmth of her
small frame against mine stirring something primal
within me. She was petite, and I had to look down to
meet her gaze, yet the sight of her nestled in my
arms felt... right. I was used to tall, statuesque
women-supermodels who matched my height and
presence. But here, with her, I was completely
captivated, drawn to her in a way I'd never
experienced.

Something inside me was awakening, a darker part
of me, as if a dormant demon were roused by the
simple act of holding her close. This feeling was
new, uncharted, and it took every ounce of control
to keep it at bay. My senses sharpened, and I felt my
fangs start to push against my will, a signal of my
inner turmoil. It wasn't even a full moon, yet here I was, on the verge of transformation, just from her scent and her warmth.

To mask my reaction, I closed my eyes and bent
down, burying my face in her hair to hide the
change in my gaze. Her silky strands brushed
against my cheek, and I took a steadying breath,
focusing on her presence to regain my composure.

"Are you tired?" she asked, her voice soft, tilting her
head slightly as if sensing something was off.

"No," I replied, my voice low and a bit rough. "I just wanted to... breathe you in." I inhaled deeply, letting her scent calm the rising need within me.

If she sensed anything strange, she didn't show it,only smiling softly as we continued to sway in sync.Holding her close, feeling her heartbeat against
mine, I was determined to keep my inner demons at
bay, just a little longer, so I could savor every
second of this moment with her.

But it was the wrong move—a fatal mistake. The closer I held her, the more that sweet, addictive scent flooded my senses, and every single restraint I’d built over the years began to crumble. My control was slipping, fast. My fangs throbbed painfully against my gums, desperate to emerge, and my eyes burned as they shifted, the calm gray giving way to a fierce, primal red. I felt my body react, my cock hardening against my will. My desire for her making itself known in ways I couldn’t hide.

The longer I stayed close, the harder it became to hold back the urges that clawed at my mind. My heart pounded, each beat a reminder of the tension radiating through me, my blood running hot and wild.  It took everything I had to hold her gently, to keep my movements slow and measured, even as the need to pull her tighter grew unbearable.

I had to get away. Now. Before my self-control snapped and I crossed a line I couldn’t return from. In a crowded ballroom, surrounded by friends and family, I was teetering on the edge of exposing a part of myself I’d kept hidden from everyone, including her. This was dangerous.

“I… I need to go to the bathroom,” I muttered, forcing my voice to stay calm, though it came out rough and strained. I pulled back, breaking the spell for a moment, hoping she wouldn’t notice the slight tremor in my hands as I let go.

Akira looked up at me, her eyes studying my face, curiosity etched into her expression. “Are you alright?” she asked, her voice soft yet concerned.

I gave a quick nod, unable to trust myself with more words. “Just need… a moment,” I managed, my tone low, struggling to keep the tension from bleeding through.

With a final, reluctant look at her, I stepped back and turned away, weaving quickly through the crowd, keeping my gaze down so no one would catch the shift in my eyes. My senses were in overdrive, every sound, every heartbeat in the room heightened, the distant scent of her lingering on my skin like a taunt.

Once I reached the hallway, I braced myself against the wall, shutting my eyes tightly, trying to breathe her scent out of my system. I fought to slow my racing heart, willing the burning crimson in my eyes to recede and my fangs to retract. My fingers dug into the wall as I wrestled with myself, every second feeling like a battle to keep the monster within at bay.

It took several moments before the primal need began to ease, and my vision slowly returned to normal. My breathing steadied, though the ache she’d ignited within me still lingered, raw and potent. Inhaling deeply, I knew I couldn’t risk going back to the dance floor until I was fully in control.

What was it about her that had this effect on me? I’d been around beautiful women all my life, but she was different—this connection, this draw, was unlike anything I’d ever felt. And that realization only made me want her more, despite the dangers.