The club was laced with dark magic. It seemed that lights only caught your vampire look. You were tall, skinny, and pale like the moon. And so, so handsome. I was mesmerized. I feel the evil lurking in the dark. My shadow self creeping in. You were my silver bullet. And then you noticed me, across the dance floor. I could have died, your eyes watching my every move. I can’t fight these cravings, I can sense my pulse quicken. You come closer and closer and I can feel myself turn into your submissive. The air is laced with lust and I can’t hide anymore. I need you. I can’t fight it any longer.
Your lips part seductively: ”You are so beautiful. I am Adam.”
”I am Eve..” It must be fate.
We both smile at the coincidence.
You disarm me with a swift motion of your hand: ”Care to dance?”
We hit the dance floor and the beat is guiding our bodies closer. A flash thought grazes my mind: ”I can’t wait for you to break my heart.”
You smile and lean in for a kiss.
It is magical. It feels electric and my hands slide thru the locks of your hair. You smell of trouble and it is driving me insane.
We leave the club to yours. We both can’t wait to have more of this.
You tremble with keys and soon as the door is shut behind us, I push you against it. Oh, God help me. My mind is racing as I can’t believe my luck. You are everything I can ask for and more.
The apartment is dark, lit up only with the light spilling in from the quiet streets. It must be well after midnight. But even darker than your place is where you are about to take me.
You guide me carefully to the bathroom. I am confused and intrigued. Not the bedroom??
We enter the bathroom, the light blinds me for a second and you lean in for another kiss. In a satirical manner, you gesture to the bathtub: ”Please, take a seat, humor me.” I do as told. I sit down in the empty bathtub fully clothed. If this wasn’t a W T F moment then I don’t know what else was. You it down at the opposite end of the bathtub. Again, fully clothed. I am so confused. What in the fever dream is going on??
You pull out a sharp, retractable knife and I instantly shrivel in my end of the bathtub. Oh my god, this is how I die, isn’t it?! Fear painted across my face he finally speaks: ”Don’t be afraid. Please trust me, i won’t hurt you unless you permit it.” I scream in shock: ”Permit it?! Why in God’s name I would ever let you come close with it?!” ”Because I know we are one and the same. Dark. Twisted. And insatiable. Please, trust me. Stretch out your arm.” I am trembling, but oblige. ”I will cut you slightly. Do you consent?” I nod, still trembling. You make a slight cut, I want to retract my arm, but you hold it firmly in place and then my eyes widen as you kiss my arm and then lick my wound. it sends shivers down my spine, but I can’t look away. ”Now is your turn.” And you hand me the knife and stretch out your pale arm. My arm is shaking, I manage a measly cut, but it draws blood. The adrenaline from it is now racing thru my veins. A fire I never knew before. He leans in for a kiss, with my blood on his lips and I can’t say no.
I stretch out my arm again, this time with no fear. Only desire to be part of his dark desires. A death to my peace of mind. And he cuts me, this time slightly deeper, and licks my blood never breaking eye contact. His eyes piercing my soul. I follow his lead, without tasting his blood. I am not sure I am ready to say goodbye to my sanity. I have known darkness, but never this pitch black. Instead, I kiss him deeply. A kiss of an apocalypse. The adrenaline, being so into him and doing this together, I am lost and I never want to be found.
Your voice is so soft when he speaks again: ”Do you mind if I turn on the shower?” I laugh, I mean, fuck it, why not?! ”Sure.” I am in disbelief at where we are headed. He helps me up, with warm water streaming down both of our bodies, blood slowly washing away, and then he pushes me to the cold tile wall and kisses me with such intensity, I can’t help, but melt in his arms. The white T-shirt clings to his fit body. Oh, God, he is so hot. I help him out of it and run my hands all over his body, he follows my lead and lingers on my butt. If I ever wanted a man, then he was the goal. My fingers are searching for his zipper and he helps me, he undoes the belt, and the button… and then I with a struggle get into his pants. Fuck, he is hard as a rock. I start with slow and long strokes, his precum dripping over my enclosed fist as I increase the speed and tightness. His tongue is deep down my throat, his hands are all over my body and he lifts up my arms, to take off my dress. It is heavy now, each seam filled with water, it gets caught in my long, black hair, but finally, I am free. He throws it away to be embraced by each other again.
”God, you are so hot.” he mumbles between breathless kisses and me jerking him off. Almost tripping over his half-mast jeans, he escapes me and is out of the tub extending me a helping hand. I laugh: ”Maybe, I should be doing that for you! You should get out of those, they are no use anyways.” I wink and he quickly removes them to grab me as he bride and carries me over to the bedroom. Where he lays me down in his bed. I am shivering at this point and we get under the covers.
We tangle our bodies into an anticipated embrace. Night has just begun.
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