Content To Be Claimed (Beauty And The Beast #1)

Chapter 32

I went out of the gym into the hall. There were fairy lights in the hallway leading me to the auditorium. I smiled, realising that I had fallen in love with a hopeless romantic.

When I walked into the auditorium, it was dark. The lights around me flipped on as I stepped in, leaving the rest of the hall in darkness. I could just make out a silhouette on the stage. "Warren?"

"Approach me, my love," he said seductively.

I smiled and stepped down. As I moved to each step, the corresponding lights came on. I smiled, enjoying the sensation of lights following my descent. When I got to the stage, I couldn't make Warren out. I stepped up onto it and a lone spotlight shone on me.

"What's this about?" I asked, unable to contain my excitement.

"Don't you ever get tired of how pretentious the way he speaks is?"

I whirled round, my blood running cold, as the stage lights came on fully to reveal Vincent sauntering to me, grinning playfully. "It's so...annoying."

I gasped, backing away from him as I tried to think past my fear.

He kept striding to me, continuing cheerfully, "And that Roger calls his little cousin 'baby'." He fixed his grey eyes on me in mock scandal. "I'm missing out on all the gossip, aren't I?"

"What are you doing here?" I finally managed to croak, still edging back.

"I had to come see you," he said, catching my hand and freezing me in place. "I can't get you out of my head."

My eyes widened as he stepped right up to me, and I was paralysed, at the mercy of this dangerous vampire. I couldn't even speak as he gently ran the back of his cool fingers on my cheek, leaving goosebumps. His eyes turned a virulent red, making my heart thud. Warning bells were ringing in my head...but something about his touch, the raw desire in his eyes, held me hypnotised.

"Does he tell you how beautiful you are?" he murmured huskily, cupping my cheek. "Does he say, for example" - and then it was Warren's voice in my ear when he leaned in - "I can't stop thinking about you, Belle." His voice was low and seductive and even though I knew in my mind that this wasn't Warren, I was powerless to resist him. My body betrayed me, my hands straying to his shoulders as I bit my lip. "I want you like I've never wanted before. I lie awake at night, thinking about you."

I was shivering in his arms when he drew back to see my eyes, stopping just short of kissing me. "I dream of kissing you, beautiful. Of making you mine." He gazed into my eyes and I panted as I took in the raging desire in his red ones, fanning my own. "Won't you let me kiss you?"

"Yes," I whispered, clutching at him now. "Please."

His lip were suddenly on mine. They were cool but I revelled in the heat coursing through me, too far gone to realise who I was with. All I knew was I would simply die if he released me. Vincent pulled me against him as he kissed me, growling a little when I whimpered. I moaned in protest when he drew back, then bit my lip as he simply blazed a trail down my neck. I had my hands in his hair now, making little noises that were alien to me as I silently begged for more.

"Let me in, beautiful," he groaned, his breath on my skin, then sucked gently at a point on my neck.

I nodded, too out of it now to realise that he'd reverted to his own voice. I squirmed in his arms as he tortured me, relentlessly sucking on the same spot. My knees went weak and he held me up, then fell to his knees so I sat on the floor, still in his arms. I distantly felt a sharp prick on my neck, still trying to coax his mouth back to mine as he continued the sweet torture.