"It would be better for you to reconsider your thoughts and words for her, Marchioness," Vincent bluntly responded, leaning back on the chair on which he sat, before letting his arm rest on Eve's chair behind her. "Looking down at the members of the Moriarty family has never done anyone good."
Not liking that the lowly human woman was sitting at the same table as her, Lady Aurora directly spoke to Eve, "Since when did you start to join the Moriarty's to have breakfast? This must be the first time?"Â
Not liking that the lowly human woman was sitting at the same table as her, Lady Aurora directly spoke to Eve, "Since when did you start to join the Moriarty's to have breakfast? This must be the first time?"Â
Dropping her underwear on one part of the bed, his hands grazed on both sides of her legs. He then moved his hands to the inside of her thighs and pushed her legs apart. Soon he dipped his head under her skirt that hadn't been hitched up completely.Â
If Eve could, she would have buried her face under heaps of pillow after seeing Vincent crumple her underwear in his hand. He brought it near his nose to take a good whiff of it. Her scent was more potent there, and it drove his senses wild.Â
"Shh. It's okay," Vincent assured her when she raised her upper body to meet his eyes, while she looked startled. "I won't hurt you, I promise. I want to eat you here."
"Mhm," Vincent responded, and without saying it in words, he cupped the part between her legs over her dress. A soft gasp escaped from Eve's lips, and blood rushed up her neck, some rushing between her legs.Â
Vincent hummed with a cunning smile on his lips. He said, "Indeed it has been long since I last drank your sweet blood, and today we shall find a sweeter spot for me to drink from."
"Why look for the cook when the sweet delicacy is right in front of me like an offering," Vincent hummed with a wicked smile. He whispered to her seductively, "I can eat you⌠can't I?"Â