Chapter 4: To Our Chamber.
"I'm a vampire, Fiery. Do you want to know something else?"
She gulped, her pulse racing faster than when she had insisted on her exhaustion moments earlier. "What is it?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
"Right now," he murmured, his cold, velvety voice brushing against her ear like a dark wind, "I can feel your blood rushing, searching for solace beneath your skin."
Her breath hitched, a wave of unfamiliar fear gripping her as his words sank in. Her blood. He could feel it? The heat of her body seemed to tempt him, evident from the slow, deliberate smile curling on his lips as he savoured her reaction.
He leaned in, his voice low and smooth, laced with danger. "The warmth that is you... it's so tempting. It makes me wonder what I'll do to you tonight." His breath ghosted over her neck, sending a violent shiver down her spine.
She shivered visibly, goosebumps coating her arm, unable to mask the fear clawing at her insides. Her pulse quickened, and she now knew he sensed every change in her body. His smile widened at the sound of her thudding heartbeat, clearly enjoying it. He lifted his head, locking his gaze onto hers.
Salviana's breath caught in her throat as her mind reeled, grasping for words that refused to come. The weight of his gaze held her captive, his hand pressed firmly into her waist, leaving her no escape. She knew she should be frightened, yet a strange sensation—a mixture of fear and fascination—tugged at her chest.
A vampire. The rumors had hinted at many things, but never this. Vampires were dangerous, deadly blood sucking monsters that no one talked about out of fear and refusal to accept the possibility of their existence among them.
"You..." she began, her voice wavering, "you don't... seem like a vampire."