"Who… are you?" Tara Summer stared at the man not far from her.
In just a blink, the man suddenly strode towards her. An intangible sense of oppression made her body taut like a stretched string, on the verge of snapping at any moment.
"Don't come any closer! Ah!..." Tara's voice disappeared after a few seconds, barely perceiving a looming shadow, the man's towering frame had her pinned to the carpet below in the next instant.
Tara's breath was stuck in her throat, she forgot how to make a sound, all because the moment she looked up, she met a pair of narrow bewitching eyes.
Those eyes, glowing blood-red, were like a vampire's in the dark night, ready to spurt red liquid at any moment. Strangely, those eyes were breathtakingly seductive.
Upon closer inspection, the mask was incredibly intricate. Every aspect was meticulously detailed, evidently of considerable value.
Underneath the mask, his nose was high and his thin lips curved into a cold arc. Devoid of warmth, let alone emotions.
It's said that men with thin lips are also fickle. Tara figured, the man before her must be the same.
He was noble, cold, wildly unrestrained, as if the world was beneath his feet. Even as he bore down on her, he remained arrogantly untouchable!
"... Who are you? What do you want!" Tara's heart sank. Bewildered by the overwhelming masculine scent engulfing her, his scorching body heat penetrated through the thin fabric and pressed onto her skin, almost burning her.
This feeling caused her alarm, prompting her to instinctively wriggle and struggle. However, the man pressed down harder. He controlled both her hands above her head with one hand, nearly suffocating her.
"Hmph." The man hummed, his voice was as cold as ice, magnetic yet enthralling. Like a cello played amidst frost and snow, pleasing to the ears but chilling to the bones.
Tara couldn't help but shudder. By the moonlight, she saw the man leaning in, his lips barely touching her skin moving downwards, finally stopping at her neck.
"..." She could hear his breath gradually becoming heavier, and even more discernibly, the transformation of his physique.
Tara looked staggered, eyes wide. The man's firm and solid chest beneath a well-tailored, limited-edition black shirt pressed on her, making her blush almost to the point of bleeding.
"Ah!..." The dangerous stranger finally prompted Tara to scream. She felt that if she didn't speak out, she would lose herself!
The thing was, she couldn't see the man's face under him, let alone know who he was?!
"Shut up!" The man cursed under his breath, his eyebrows furrowed, his heavy breathing deepening, "Dare to make another sound, and I will immediately…"
Having said that, he abruptly lowered his head. Tara went pale, closing her eyes resignedly, preparing for whatever violation the man might commit.
But after waiting for half a minute, there was no response. As Tara opened her eyes, her face covered in confusion, the man suddenly bit down on the left side of her neck.
"Ah! You bloody..." Cursing instinctively, Tara was in such pain that her tears streamed down her face, unable to even form a complete sentence.
Damn it! She'd heard of perverts who were violent, but she'd never seen one that was so extreme!
In the movies, the indecent ones usually kissed, kissed the face, all sorts of kisses. But why did she end up with one who bites the neck!?
He's not a vampire, why should he bite her neck?!