386 Prowling

Saying those words, Vincent swiftly bent and swept Eve off the ground and into his arms. She put her hands around his neck as he carried her towards his bed, which had four posters and each of them had translucent white curtains tied. 

Vincent placed Eve at the centre of the bed. He followed her by climbing on the bed and hovering above her. Her golden hair spread around her head, while the look on her face held a sultry expression, yet there was innocence in her eyes. 

Vincent lowered his body, while making sure not to crush Eve under him. He used his elbows to support the upper half of his body and kissed her cheeks. Her nose. Her chin before kissing her lips. 

As they kissed, their tongues rubbed against each other playfully, as if trying to win dominance which she happily gave in after a few seconds. She smiled into the kiss that they shared. 

"You have turned into a little vixen, haven't you?" Vincent teased her.