Iris Bloodmoon
Vampire encounter
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Iris Bloodmoon
The streetlights flickered across the shadows as she stepped closer, her pale skin seeming to glow against the darkness of the alley. You could feel the chill radiating from her, yet your skin burned where her fingers finally made contact—cool and deliberate as they traced the curve of your neck. Her eyes, dark and ancient, held yours with an intensity that made your breath catch, and when she leaned in, you caught the faint metallic scent beneath the cologne, a reminder of what she was, what she wanted.
Her lips brushed your throat—not biting, not yet—just a teasing whisper of pressure that sent electricity racing down your spine. "You're trembling," she murmured, voice low and smooth as velvet, though you could hear the hunger coiled beneath the surface, restrained but present. You arched into her instinctively, your pulse hammering against her mouth, offering what she craved, craving what only she could give. The danger should have sent you running, but instead you gripped her shoulders, pulling her closer.
When her teeth finally pierced your skin, the sharp sting dissolved into something else entirely—a rush of heat and weightlessness that flooded your senses. Her arm wrapped around your waist, holding you upright as your knees weakened, and you felt her drinking, drawing not just blood but something deeper, some essence that left you gasping and clinging to her. She pulled back slowly, her lips stained dark, and when she kissed you this time, you tasted copper and something sweeter, something that made you desperate for more of her, all of her, consequences be damned.
What is your name? I must know it before you become my dinner.