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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 26: "𝕽𝖆𝖜 𝕰𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘"

𓊈𒆜𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖎 𝕾𝖆𝖓𒆜𓊉

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The door slammed shut behind us as we stumbled into the room, our lips colliding in a fevered kiss. Wooyoung's back hit the wall with a soft thud, and he let out a gasp, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim light of the room. My hands were everywhere—trailing up his sides, tangling in his hair, pressing him closer as if I could fuse us into one.

His fingers gripped my shoulders with a strength that surprised him more than me, his newfound power still unrefined. "God," he breathed against my lips, his voice trembling with a mix of exhilaration and wonder. "This feels... so different."

"It's because you're different now," I murmured, pulling back just enough to trail my lips down his jaw, pressing kisses that sent shivers down his spine. "Your senses are sharper. Every touch, every taste—it's amplified."

Wooyoung's breath hitched as my teeth grazed the sensitive skin of his neck, not breaking the surface, just teasing. "Amplified doesn't even cover it," he whispered, his voice shaky as his hands slid to my chest, gripping the fabric of my shirt. "It's like I can feel every single nerve in my body—and they're all screaming for you."

I smirked against his throat, the hunger in his voice igniting something primal in me. "Good," I said softly, my fangs grazing the delicate line of his neck again. His pulse thrummed beneath my lips, strong and steady, a rhythm that called to me like a siren's song. "I want you to feel everything."

His response was a soft whimper as I bit down—not to draw blood, just enough to send a sharp, intoxicating sensation through him. His body arched against mine, his nails digging into my skin as a strangled moan escaped his lips.

"San," he gasped, his voice a mixture of pleasure and desperation. "I—God, I can't even think."

"You don't need to think," I murmured, sliding my hands down his body to grip his hips, pulling him flush against me. "Just feel."

I lifted him effortlessly, his legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as I carried him toward the bed. His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging lightly as his lips found mine again, the kiss deeper this time, more desperate. The connection between us was electric, a pulse of energy that crackled and burned, leaving no room for hesitation or restraint.

I laid him down on the bed, looming over him as I let my eyes roam over his body. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his lips parted as he stared up at me with a mixture of awe and desire. "You're beautiful," I whispered, my voice low and reverent.

Wooyoung's lips curved into a small, breathless smile, his hands reaching up to pull me down to him. "Says the vampire lord with golden eyes and a jawline that could cut glass," he teased, though his voice was soft, almost shy.

I chuckled, leaning down to kiss him again, slower this time, savoring the taste of him. My hands roamed over his body, every touch deliberate, every caress designed to draw out the sounds I craved from him. He responded eagerly, his body arching into my touch, his hands exploring me with newfound confidence.

As I trailed kisses down his neck, his collarbone, and lower, his breathing grew ragged, each gasp and moan heightening my own desire. "San," he murmured, his hands gripping my shoulders as his head tilted back. "This is... so much. I didn't know it could feel like this."

"It's because we're connected now," I whispered against his skin, my fangs grazing his chest lightly. "Every touch, every sensation—it's magnified because we're bound to each other."

He shuddered beneath me, his hands sliding down my back as his legs tangled with mine. "Then don't stop," he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with an unmistakable need. "I want to feel everything."