a/n: I saw a lot of people talking on tiktok about how nice it would be to have an event with vampires, and this scene came to my mind
tw: blood, bloodthirst, vampiric corruption, and a looot of tension
His arm unyielding beneath your desperate grip, reminding you of his unnatural strength. Clutching at it, your strength waning as his lips remain pressed to your throat, drawing deeply.
The edges of the room blurring as the rhythm of your pulse slows with each draw. A small sound escapes you, a soft, plaintive whimper, the weight of the moment surrendering as your head rests back against his shoulder, you can no longer resist.
A ham of dark satisfaction low in his throat, vibrating against your skin, only heightens the tension within you.
Anchoring his hand at your waist, he withdraws, his lips lingering, not wanting to break contact. Your crimson essence glistering upon his mouth, his dark ruby eyes fixed upon you, shimmering with hunger and something primal that makes you tremble.
With a predator's grace, he tilts his head, and his tongue passes over the small punctured wound he left upon your neck. The faint sting is replaced by a soothing sensation.
Leaning further into his frame, your limbs betray you. The sanctuary of his arms makes it impossible to focus on anything else.
"Careful, my dear..." he murmurs, his voice rich and low, lips curled in a faint smirk.
One of his hands moves upward, threading through your hair, fingers weaving gently. At he strange comfort, your eyelids flutter shut.
"You're utterly intoxicating..." a cool breath caresses your ear, as his whispered words escape his lips. ".. I could keep you like this forever. " he tightens his grip at your waist, his fingers tracing patterns against the fabric of your clothes.
"You're not afraid anymore, sweet one?"
Weakly squeezing his arm is the only response you can give, your fingertips brushing against the muscle beneath his sleeves.
Inhaling sharply at the graced touch, his composure falters for a fraction. "Your heart betrays you..."
Too hypnotized by him, you don't realize when his hand descends towards yours and gently captures it. Bringing it to his cold lips, feeling your pulse, thruming beneath your skin, your heavy lids opening slightly.
"Do you feel it, sweet one? The way it sings for me?"
The rhythm of your pulse quickens beneath his lips, a desperate drumbeat against his hunger. Though you are powerless, an undeniable warmth coils inside.
When his fangs sink into your flesh, it is almost gentle, a sensation that sends a jolt through your body rather than pain. The possessiveness of his fingers wrapped around your wrist, combined with the blur that alters your vision, equals in the faint strangled moan that escapes your lips.
When he pulls away, you are left trembling, your strength entirely dependent on him. His tongue darts out to lick the remnants of blood from his lips as his eyes rake over you.
He pulls you closer, your faces hovering inches away from each others, your flushed skin brushed by his cool breath.
"Stay.. with you?" The words fall from your lips, barely audible, coated with exhaustion and a haze of desire that clouds your mind.
"Yes" his voice deepening, "Be mine, utterly and completely. You will never be cold, nor hungry. You will never know loneliness again..." the tenderness of his fingers brushing against your cheek, hides the predatory instincts within him.
A faint hitch escapes your just parted lips. His gaze averting to your mouth, and so, the last strings of his restrains crumble. He presses his lips to yours, the kiss slow at first, a claiming rather than a plea.
A low growl vibrates from him, as his hand tangles in your hair and the kiss deepens. His fangs graze your bottom lip, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you.
"Say it" a whisper of slight desperation breaks out of him against your mouth. "Say that you are mine."
Your breath falters and your gaze rises to meet his. "I am yours" , your whisper carrying your fragile corrupted will.
Triumph flashes in his eyes as he kisses you again, harder this time, his hands shoots out and roam over your body with an unquestionably possessiveness on the one he owns now.
…he will never let you go.
