Fiona pushed aside the branch in her path, her sharp eyes scanning the area. She bent down, sniffing the faint traces of footprints in the soil. The scent was fresh—someone had definitely been here. Just as she began to rise, a sudden presence behind her sent a chill down her spine.
Reacting instinctively, she whipped her leg back, knocking a small object flying. It hit the ground and disintegrated into sand.
"Natural energy," came Phoenix's familiar voice as he stepped out of the shadows, his emerald eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight.
"I trained to be ready for anything," Fiona said smugly, brushing herself off. "With or without my vampire form."
Phoenix's expression remained cold. "What brings you here?"
Fiona met his gaze with a bold smirk. "You know I'm not scared of you. You have to—oh, a motorbike!" she exclaimed suddenly, spotting the sleek machine parked nearby.
Before Phoenix could respond, she darted toward it, hopping onto the seat like an excited child.
"Get down, Sapphire," he said, his voice low with warning, as he ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. "I've never been this stressed in my life."
Fiona only grinned wider, her wild smile full of mischief as she started the engine.
"You're going to be the end of me, Sapphire," Phoenix muttered, shaking his head as his form flickered and disappeared into the shadows.
She felt his presence behind her moments later, his distinct scent giving him away. She didn't bother to turn, her voice laced with playful defiance. "Where are you going?" Phoenix asked, his tone steady.
"Home sweet home," she replied, leaning back slightly to feel the warmth of his presence. She inhaled deeply, savoring his scent as her grin grew wider.
Phoenix sighed, his voice carrying a hint of weariness. "I don't know why things always seem to work out in your favor."
The ride was silent as they made their way through dimly lit streets, the hum of the motorbike the only sound. When Fiona stopped outside a modern yet cozy house, she dismounted gracefully.
"We're here," she said, flipping a switch on the wall. The house illuminated with a soft, warm glow, casting its sleek interior into view.
"This isn't the house your engagement took place in," Phoenix remarked, his brows furrowing as he followed her inside.
"Nope. That's my family's house. This," she gestured casually, "is my house. Feel at home."
With that, she walked off to her room, leaving Phoenix standing in the living room, the faint click of the door closing behind her the only sound in the stillness.Phoenix surveyed the room one more time before letting out a deep sigh, easing himself onto the plush couch. His electric blue eyes fluttered shut as he leaned his head back, trying to settle the chaos in his mind. Minutes passed, the silence soothing, until a faint rustle broke the calm.
His eyes snapped open, and what he saw left him momentarily breathless. Fiona stood before him, her form illuminated by the soft glow of the room's lighting. She wore a satin nightdress that barely reached her thighs, its delicate fabric hugging her curves and revealing just enough to tease. The neckline clung to her upper body, framing her figure perfectly. Her hair was tied into a loose ponytail, a casual elegance that only heightened her allure.
With deliberate movements, she placed a bottle of champagne and two glasses on the table beside him, her gaze never leaving his. She climbed onto his lap without hesitation, her boldness catching him entirely off guard.
Phoenix stiffened, his body rigid under her as she began to sway her hips against him, moving in slow, deliberate circles. Her touch was electric, her confidence undeniable. She leaned in close, the faint scent of her perfume filling the air, and pressed her lips against the collar of his shirt, leaving a faint red stain as her mark.
"You like what you're seeing?" she asked, her voice a teasing purr as her lips curved into a sly smile.
Phoenix's mouth parted as if to speak, but no words came. His usually composed demeanor faltered under the weight of her deliberate seduction.
Without waiting for a response, Fiona grasped his hand and guided it along her body, her skin warm and soft beneath his palm. Every motion was calculated, every touch designed to elicit a reaction from him. His breath quickened, his self-control slipping further with each passing second.
"Enough pleasure," she murmured, her voice low and dripping with satisfaction as she slid off his lap.
Phoenix snapped back to reality the moment Fiona's door clicked shut. The lingering scent of her perfume and the heat from her bold presence still clung to the air, teasing his heightened senses.His jaw tightened, and he exhaled sharply, trying to steady the chaos within him. His usually calm, calculated mind felt uncharacteristically disarrayed. He reached for the bottle of champagne, pouring a glass with a precision that contrasted his inner turmoil.
Lifting the glass to his lips, he drained it in one swift motion. The cold, fizzy liquid coursed down his throat, yet it did nothing to extinguish the fire she had ignited.
Leaning back into the couch, his electric blue eyes glowed faintly, the intensity of their light betraying the storm of emotions raging inside him. Phoenix ran a hand through his hair, his fingers trembling slightly.
He glanced toward Fiona's closed door, his gaze lingering there for a moment too long. The memory of her movements, her audacious teasing, and the way she had so effortlessly dismantled his control replayed in his mind.
"Damn it, Sapphire," he muttered under his breath, his voice low and rough. A flicker of something foreign—a mixture of frustration and intrigue—crossed his face.
Phoenix poured another glass, this time sipping slower, as if the act itself could calm the storm. But deep down, he knew the flames she had stoked wouldn't be so easily doused.
Fiona rubbed the soap against her body,"I can't believe he didn't do anything,such a weakling and a big waste of beauty". Suddenly she felt hands cup her two peaks and her green eyes opened locking with Phoenix electric blue eyesFiona gasped, her breath hitching as Phoenix's glowing electric-blue eyes locked onto hers, his intensity overwhelming. Her initial shock quickly turned into a heated mix of surprise and desire as his firm hands took control, kneading her sensitive peaks with a calculated rhythm that made her body betray her.
"Phoenix," she started, her voice trembling, but the name dissolved into a soft moan as he leaned closer, his expression unreadable, yet utterly commanding.
He stepped into the tub with ease, the water sloshing gently as he positioned himself between her legs. The closeness of their bodies sent sparks coursing through her.
"You think I'm a weakling?" he murmured, his deep voice a low growl, filled with both challenge and undeniable hunger. His hands slid lower, trailing the soap suds along her skin, as his lips hovered dangerously close to hers.
"Say it again Sapphire",his electric blue eyes daring her,"and see just how wrong you are".
Vangelis's fingers lingered on Fiona's jawline, his touch deliberate yet restrained. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing like restless spirits on the walls. He leaned closer, the warmth of his breath brushing against her skin as he inhaled deeply, taking in the delicate, intoxicating scent that was uniquely hers. It was a scent that unsettled him, a scent that called to the darkest corners of his being.
"You think you're in control, don't you?" he murmured, his voice a low growl, roughened by the battle raging within him. "But you've underestimated me."
Fiona blinked, her green eyes wide, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and curiosity.
Vangelis tilted his head, his dark, stormy gaze searching hers for any crack in the façade. She was trying to appear unaffected, but he could see it—the flicker of uncertainty, the hitch in her breath, the way her lips parted ever so slightly, betraying her resolve.
He bent further, his lips grazing the curve of her neck, not quite a kiss, not quite a touch, just the promise of both. His voice dropped even lower, vibrating through her skin. "You may hate me for this, Fiona, but you'll never forget what I do to you."
Her pulse quickened under his mouth, and he smirked against her skin. She was processing, struggling to comprehend the power he held over her—and the power she unknowingly held over him. It wasn't just lust, though it burned bright and fierce between them. It was something darker, something primal that neither of them fully understood yet.
His lips hovered inches from hers as a sudden clarity sliced through the haze of desire. He couldn't claim her—not completely.
He stepped back, his hand falling from her face, and the loss of his warmth left her cold, hollow. Fiona finally found her voice, though it came out as a whisper. "What are you so afraid of?"
Vangelis gave a humorless laugh, his lips curving into a bitter smile. "You should be asking what you should fear, Fiona. Because once I start, I won't stop."
The air thickened as their heated makeout seemed to warp reality itself. Power crackled around them, sending shimmering strands of energy through the room. The walls dissolved into a surreal, icy forest. Frosted trees arched overhead, their branches glittering with frozen crystals, refracting the sunlight into a kaleidoscope of colors.
Fiona's breath hitched as she took in the surreal transformation, her pulse racing. She was startled when her back hit a mound of soft, warm snow that seemed to cradle her, cushioning her fall. Before she could process the change, Phoenix loomed above her, his presence dominating. His fiery aura contrasted with the cold, their shared energy tangling in an intoxicating mix of heat and frost.
Phoenix's blue eyes burned as he settled himself between her thighs. His hand gripped her waist possessively, the other tracing up her thigh, leaving trails of warmth in its wake. His movements were unhurried, calculated—a predator savoring his prey.
Without warning, Fiona gasped as she felt him enter her, the sudden penetration igniting a searing blend of pleasure and pain. Her body tensed instinctively, her fists clenching as her head tipped back. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as her walls clenched tightly around him, her body resisting, holding him at bay.
Phoenix's brows furrowed, his smirk fading into a growl of frustration. "So, he's still in you," he murmured, more to himself than to her. His grip tightened, his frustration evident. "Vangelis… even when you're not here, you're in the way."
Fiona blinked through the haze of sensations, her heart pounding as she struggled to understand his words. "What—what are you talking about?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Phoenix tilted his head, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. "You carry his blood, Fiona. Did you think that wouldn't mean something? His blood recognizes me as a threat. Your body knows it isn't him, and it's fighting back."
She stared up at him, her green eyes wide and searching. The realization hit her like a blow to the chest. Vangelis's blood—the one she drank —wasn't just symbolic. It was primal, protective, and unyielding.
Phoenix sighed, his frustration evident as he withdrew slightly, his touch momentarily softening. "This is the first time I've encountered claiming blood. It's… stubborn." He chuckled darkly, though the sound held little humor. "But I'm not one to back down."
Fiona's chest heaved, her emotions tangled in a storm of confusion, fear, and undeniable desire. "You—you can't just force—"
Phoenix leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he cut her off. "Force isn't necessary, Fiona. I'll make you crave me until even his blood can't resist."
The icy forest seemed to tremble, the energy around them pulsing in rhythm with their heartbeats. Somewhere in the distance, a low grow.