Charlotte watched as Lucia eventually closed the door behind her, and Charlotte breathed softly in and out when she was finally alone with Vincent in the room. It wasn't comforting in any way considering the room still smelt of death and read in all capital letters trouble, but as the door closed that allowed most of the light to come inside, it all became dark.
Golden glare reflected off the wall to show that the instincts that Vincent had tried hard to suppress had eventually come up, and Charlotte tried to keep herself calm despite knowing that Vincent was in dire need of her help knowing full well what she was getting into with her body yearning but her heart hurting.
She hoped one day they would be able to embrace one another without the need for the bloodlust of the excuse that they were both hiding behind. Charlotte clutched onto Vincent and buried her head into his neck when he rolled his hips against her in a rhythmic slide, and she couldn't help the moan that slipped out of her lips.
The bloodlust that occurred only a few weeks ago was natural considering that Vincent had mentioned it in the passing, but that vampires go into bloodlust every few months to fully reset their bodies to be able to get what they need. The last time was so rushed, she wasn't able to process much in the moment.
But now, she was fully alert and aware of all the touches and kisses that were setting her skin on fire. Charlotte leaned her head back, and Vincent licked up the trail that exposed the most vulnerable part of her body. She brought their foreheads together and closed her eyes, letting their warm breaths mix together.
She could feel his need for her, strong and prominent under her thighs, and she licked her lips when she opened her eyes to reveal Vincent's face that was smirking at her. Deep down, despite being controlled by his instincts, he was still the same old person who liked to tease her and drive her insane.
It gave her all the courage that she needed to keep going instead of the hesitation that was at her every breath knowing exactly what she was getting into. A partner for a vampire's bloodlust was always in danger no matter if it was a human or vampire according to Vincent, and he took medicine to suppress it from what she had gathered from Sebastian after overhearing his talk with the other workers.
When Charlotte heard it, she wasn't surprised since it lined up with Vincent's character that he never wanted to put someone in a position like that. Either way, she got the short end of the stick since he was suppressing his instincts for a long time and it all poured out in varying degrees of strength and aggression.
She didn't know how conscious Vincent was during the time of bloodlust since she forgot to ask him last time when she woke up in his bedroom the next day or rather the next couple of days after passing out on him, creating a ripple of shock and anger through Vincent which he then took out on her that day.
When she woke up, she was met with a warm person which was a complete switch up to the normal cold shoulder that he tended to give her much to her surprise but it was a welcome one considering that most of the time, he didn't seem to happy with her or rather they just didn't mesh well since they always clashed beforehand.
Charlotte knew that he would never hurt her, but he had struggled to channel his energy elsewhere which was understandable but didn't condone his actions. She had long since forgiven him because, at the end of the day, they were stuck together until the end. All, Charlotte could ask for now was that she would retain her strength after being with Vincent.
Vincent brought his head down to hers until their lips were almost touching, his breath hot on her lips, and they were staring at each other with their eyes wide open almost in a challenge until Charlotte couldn't hold it in anymore and bridged the gap, lurching upwards and closing the unspoken bridge between them.
They met in a vicious kiss that felt like Vincent could swallow her up whole. She tried to slow down his pace a bit to take it slow, but he wasn't having it, nipping her lips in a coax for her to open her mouth for him. She didn't let herself be swayed until his hands slid upwards her dress and suddenly yanked her panties to the side.
Squeaking in surprise, Charlotte opened her mouth for a split second and let Vincent take all that he wanted. His lips curved against hers when he finally broke the kiss, and she bit down on his bottom lip in retaliation before leaning back to watch his glazed-over pupils grow more intense when he took in her disheveled state.