Pure Red

Pure Red

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Oct 6, 2023
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** "Can I kiss you, Meera?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of shyness. Kissing held a unique emotional significance for me, which was precisely why I had consented to it. Our date had been enjoyable, marked by lightheartedness, and he had succeeded in making me feel genuinely desired. "Yes," I whispered, granting him permission and awaiting his next move. He leaned in, and our lips met in a tender, comfortable kiss, exuding a sweetness that seemed to encapsulate the connection we were forging. As he pulled away, my eyes widened, capturing an unexpected scene unfolding both before and behind him. In the distant corner, cloaked in shadows, Red leaned against his imposing Harley, a smoldering cigar between his lips. He idly twirled a sleek, black object in his hand, and as our eyes locked, he lifted it, discreetly pointed the gun at Elijah's back. His eyes held promise. My head bobbed in a rapid, almost panicked, negative response to Red's silent directive. He used his gun to motion for me to approach him and join him on his bike. My heart raced, and I struggled to formulate a plausible explanation for Red's unexpected presence and sudden command. **
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"What I was going to say was selfish..." He mumbled. I edge closer to him until my hand slowly cradled his cheek. Tilting his head up to look at me. "Please let me know what it was." I beg him pathetically. He begins to chew his lip and that's when I knew he was nervous. Nervous about what? I'm not exactly sure. "With everything I said...I was going to say at the same time...never...leave me." He confessed painfully almost. That's when I lost all sense of control and pressed my lips onto his. Kissing him with all my strength and all the built up desire that's accumulated. I continued to kiss him until at some point my tongue made it's way into his mouth. Tasting a sweet flavor that I've never encountered. As I got deeper in the kissing I feel myself fly back into a tree. Slammed against it that I felt myself lose my breath. Trying to catch it, I look up at Achille. His eyes were now a crimson red that intrigued me. He shook his head and suddenly he was gone in a blur. Confused, I stood as I had to pop my back from the hard hit into the tree. Looking in the direction Achille ran off, I knew I couldn't see him because it'd be a blur. Always thought it was fascinating how when he runs you can't see it. Being a vampire must be...fascinating. Yet he makes it out to be hell. I can't understand that kind of complicity of being a vampire and the issues. I get it, they drink blood. Though there's multiple things beside humans that offer blood! He acts like it's so horrific. I would love to know what it felt like for a day. Just one day...

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