Time stood frozen as Dracula gazed at Lilith whose face was some inches away from his.
He bit his lower lips feeling the hot breath of Lilith on his cold skin, and he could feel the rapid movement of her chest.
The heart of Lilith was pounding faster, her mouth opened slightly, as her gaze fell upon Dracula's pink lips.
In the silence that stretched between them, Lilith could feel the magnetic pull of Dracula's lips, like a siren's call.
His lips were pink, their moistness a beckoning invitation for Lilith to savor the tantalizing taste.
She shifted her gaze towards the golden eyes of Dracula and saw that he was staring at her lips.
The air around them seemed to crackle with electricity, the room's temperature rising to the heat of their desire.
