The Crimson Rose || Nicolae Bartholy X OC || [COMPLETE]

Chapter VI.

Inquisitive minds.

Nicolae could see that Claire had stopped fighting his spell.

He could clearly see she was giving herself to him. His eyes roamed over her curves, the nightgown covered her breast but the bottom part had curled up over her legs.

His gaze devoured the pale image of her beautiful legs left uncovered up to her thighs.

He wanted to touch her, explore her, everything in his body told him so.

Then after one of her legs adjusted to her new position, he had to keep himself up with his back against the wall.

He could see the lacey edge of her underwear and his eyes turned red as his thirst told him to drink from her.

No. I won't do that.
He told himself, taking his hands away from her simply contemplating her beauty.

He didn't want to scare or hurt her in any way.

A little groan escaped from the girl's mouth as she tried to say something, but Nicolae couldn't make out what it was.

He had come to know that she had this little habit of biting down on her bottom lip, often causing it to bleed.

She was doing it right now infact and Nicolae couldn't manage to calm his vampire self down.

The scent of her blood was so sweet, so tempting. He rested his hands on her arms, holding her gently, then lowered his face on her.

Her lips were so close now, her bottom one stained from her blood, was calling to him.

He couldn't resist any longer.

With a soft, gentle kiss, Nicolae touched Claire's lips and used his tongue to lick away her blood.

The first time he had had a sample of it, was when he wiped it away with his thumb.

But now, he was tasting it right from her skin, which turned him on even more.

He licked her lip once, then one more time, tasting the sweet, iron-like liquid.

As he was about to kiss her again, still not having enough of it, he lowered his guard.

He made a mistake.

The spell he had her under, broke.

Claire opened her eyes and saw his red, pulsating ones.

Nicolae stared at her for a fraction of a second, cursing himself, then, vanished.

Claire sat up in her bed, breathing heavy, she thought she was having a nightmare.

She looked around in her room, pulling the sheets to her chest.

Who was the figure in her dreams?

What was he doing to her?

She swallowed hard, leaning against the pillows again.
She wasn't even sure it was all just a dream anymore and that scared her, because she didn't have any control over her body.

But then, as she noticed that her underwear were extremely wet, she felt ashamed when she realized that whatever just happend, it had aroused her to the point that she was left longing for more.

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Storming into his personal studio upstairs in the west tower of the mansion, Nicolae sent flying across the room every single object that was sitting on his desk.

He screamed in anger, unable to calm himself down. Walking in front of a window, he looked at his missing reflection.

He growled in anger, knowing that his eyes were not going back to their natural color.