A Kiss on the Neck

New Faces Aren't Always Good Ones

I peeled my eyes open and the only thing that made the dark room pleasant was the body lying next to me. Vicktor had me in a prison of his arms and legs of which, I would gladly be confined in any day. I took in his scent and played with his soft almost white hair. This was the first time I woke up with him or even got to look at him so closely. His features were manly but soft at the same time. His long eyelashes were very delicate compared to his harsh brows that always seemed to be in a frown, even when he was sleeping. I skimmed the skin of his face with the back of my fingers. So smooth. I thought to myself. With a rustle his eyes slowly opened. Their dark mystery started softly into my brown ones. A smile exposed his fangs which were growing on me, I actually found them cute. He pulled me closer to him and rolled onto his back so my smaller frame was laying on top of him like a human blanket.

"Good morning." Oh wow. His morning voice is so sexy! With a kiss on the nose I spoke.

"Morning." Vicktor crawled out of the bed and stood there gloriously naked. If this was an anime, my nose would have been shooting blood from it. Vicktor threw a silk robe at me as he tied one around his trim waist. I put it on under the blankets still a little embarrassed about what happened last night. The red silk felt heavenly against my skin. The large door opened and light poured into the roomy that nearly blinded me. Vicktor left the room quietly and I followed curiously. As we got closer to the drawing room an amazing smell enveloped my senses. Before we reached the drawing room Vicktor took my hand in his. A large array of food was set neatly on the table between the two loveseats. I looked at Vicktor strangely, he simply smiled. The room was pretty cold this early in the morning despite the vibrant sun.

"Vicktor do you think I could start a fire or something?"

I asked him quietly as I motioned towards the fireplace.

"Are you cold?"

I nodded. His eyes fell sadly.

"But you feel so warm..."

I hugged him even though he too, was cold.

"Start a fire."

Huh? A tall, handsome man emerged from a small door next to bookshelf. His emerald eyes sparkled because of the morning light illuminating the room. He had long, wavy light brown hair that was pushed back to expose his full face. He was dressed in a black tailcoat and suit and white gloves.

"As you wish, sir."

He winked at me as he bowed to Vicktor.

"Who is this?"

I frowned slightly as I realized that I really knew very little about him.

"Don't mind him."

I was slightly annoyed that he didn't just answer me. I let go of his hand an sat lightly on the elegant loveseat. I assumed the butler man made all this food for me. He obediently stood next to the bookshelf with his hands behind his back.

"What's your name?"

His gaze moved to Vicktor. Vicktor nodded as if he was giving permission for him to speak.

"My name is Ishtvan."

He smirked at me as if he was getting a kick out of me. I frowned.

"So what are you?"

"I am am incubus."

An incubus? I raised an eyebrow.

"A male succubus."

Vicktor cringed at the word and he threw his arm across my shoulders.

"Why do you work for Vicktor?"