Chapter 388 Sprinkle Of Mischief

Vincent pressed Eve's hands against the surface of the bed next to her head. He said, "I enjoy spoiling you more than anything else, little girl. So let me spoil you."

The smile on Vincent's lips slowly started to slide away as he brought his face in front of hers. Eve could feel the strength in his hands that kept her hands in place. When his lips moved closer to hers, merely an inch away from hers, she could feel the heat and pressure of it, but he didn't kiss her, as if watching her arousal and need increase.

As if that wasn't enough, he had folded his knee and placed it between her legs. When she felt him brush the sweet corner there, a moan escaped from her lips. The taste was delicious and her entire body trembled.

"Vince..." Eve moaned his name.

"Hm?" Vincent asked her as if he didn't know what he was doing to her, but Eve wasn't going to fall for it. When his knee moved upwards between her legs before going down, she couldn't help but move her hips for more friction to ease the tension that had continuously built up since he had kissed her the first time tonight.

He pushed her hands above her head before holding them in one of his hands. He used his free hand to place it on her thigh,

"Don't move," his instructions were clear and firm, but it was hard for Eve to listen to his words with the itch that needed to be scratched. "Naughty girl of mine. Just a little longer," his eyes subtly narrowed.

Vincent admired Eve, with her golden blonde hair spread around her head and her lips parted as she panted. He remarked, "I promised to take care of your bottom, didn't I?"

Eve noticed the wicked gleam in the pureblooded vampire's eyes and wondered what he was thinking. She replied, "I thought you already took care of it."

When a devilish smile graced Vincent's lips, Eve couldn't help but turn a little worried. It was because there was a little roguish and mischief in his red eyes.

Before Eve knew it, Vincent had turned her over with such ease as if she was a parchment being moved on his desk. She looked startled and heard Vincent's words next to her ears,

"Don't forget what I told you earlier about dropping your doubts and shame away. Just feel and if you don't like it... I will stop," his words held a promise, and the way he sounded so sure, Eve wondered what he had on his mind.

Vincent pushed her hair to one side of her shoulder, hovering above her, while being supported by his knees, he used his hands to trail the curve of her back. One of his hands moved around her waist, circling from behind before gently pulling her upwards.

Similar to Vincent, Eve used her hands and knees to balance herself. He held her firmly around her stomach to give her extra support. She closed her eyes when she felt him kiss the nape of her neck. A pleasurable sigh escaped her lips. His lips grazed down the dip of her back as he took his time to kiss and let her know how precious she was to him.

Vincent's face returned to her side from behind and kissed her temple, "I am going to remove your undergarment," he let her know, and at the same time, Eve felt his manhood pressing against the crack of her bottom.

"Okay," Eve whispered, feeling his hands settle on either side of her waist.

He hooked his fingers on the hem of her undergarment before slowly pulling it down her thighs. It wasn't just Eve, whose body had warmed, as her scent of arousal hit Vincent's nose twice the fold, and his eyes darkened. His fangs appeared as if ready to sink his fangs into her and drink her blood. Her scent was intoxicating his mind.

Vincent couldn't resist not running his hands on her round hips in his palms. He felt the softness in his hand when he sent a gentle squeeze to it and heard her shudder. But he wanted to do more than that. He wanted to hear her heart tremble in his arms, and he would be there for her to hold on to.

Eve felt goosebumps form on her skin, and it wasn't because of the cold weather. It was because she could only feel and not see anything or Vincent's expression.

She felt his hand stop caressing one of the globes and pull away. With the gap, she wondered what had happened and was about to turn when she felt Vincent's palm softly smack her bottom.

Eve felt her body jolt and her heart stutter at Vincent's spank, "What was that for..." She gulped.

Vincent's hand smacked one side of Eve's bottom, which was harder this time than the previous one. His fingers spread across her bottom cheek as if to soothe it, and he asked, "Does it hurt?" He kissed her shoulder.

"It doesn't," Eve replied because there was a light sting like him nipping at her skin, "It's just strange..."

A crooked smile appeared on Vincent's lips, which Eve couldn't see, and he asked her, "Good or bad, strange?"

Vincent's caresses on her bottom felt good that she felt herself loose in it, and her body subconsciously moved closer to him. She heard him call her name, "Eve." And on the lack of response, as she was taking her time, he asked her, "Shall we try it again and see?"

This time Vincent's hand lightly smacked the other side of her bottom, and Eve's cheeks turned pink. When his fingers spread on her bottom again, Eve murmured, "It feels good."

Vincent knew it before even touching her. It was because the young woman was a sea creature whose kind was often told to have a higher sexual drive than humans. He placed his hand on her stomach before pulling her to stand on her knees. He kissed her shoulders and said in a slightly deeper voice,

"Not today, but one day I would like to take you like this."