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Allure Of The Night

[Mature Content] The body of a mermaid is a vault of treasures. Their tears formed the most splendid of pearls, their exquisite blood a euphoric drug for vampires, their luscious hair woven into the finest of silk, and their tender meat sought after by werewolves more than Heaven’s ambrosia. The creatures of night mingled within human society, fleeced in the wool of aristocracy, veiled in their portrayed innocence and nobility, their savagery continued to predate on the weak and powerless. Genevieve Barlow, Eve for short, was an exceptionally strange young lady. She had an alluring and beguiling nature, where for her twenty-four year old self had barely changed in appearance since her eighteenth birthday. She had fooled the administration and had gotten a degree so that she could have a better life. Most odd of all was that Eve had a secret she shared with no one. She enters the house of Moriarty, not just to earn but also to find answers on what happened to her mother nearly two decades ago. Unfortunately, things do not always proceed as one planned. Despite her cautious nature and desire to stay out of sight, a cold pair of eyes falls on her, that soon refuses to leave her out of sight.

ash_knight17 · Fantaisie
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Eve felt every nerve in her body awakened at Vincent's touch. The pureblooded vampire knew what he was doing to her. There was something very sexy and alluring about the way his tongue peeked out of his lips. The sight turned her aroused, and she responded to his earlier question, 

"More." 

A pleased look appeared in Vincent's eyes and he bit into the side of her breast, and her back arched from the pain and pleasure that started to spread across her chest. The bite was quick, but the aftercare had her twist her body as she couldn't keep it still. 

Eve's hands found themselves in the thick locks of his silver hair. They were soft under her touch, and she couldn't help from gently weaving through his hair. When Vincent's teeth nipped on her little hardened bud, her grip on him turned firm and she cried out pleasure, 

"Vince!"