His place

“That was… intense. But I need more. Tell me where you are.”

Vlad’s smile widened. “You know where I am, Luna. The address is in your mind. Come to me. Now.”

She blinked, and suddenly, she did know—an upscale apartment in the city, the number flashing like a neon sign in her thoughts. Without thinking, she threw on a coat over her lingerie, grabbed her keys, and left her room.

The drive was a blur, her body still humming with aftershocks. She parked outside the towering building and took the elevator up, her heart pounding not with fear, but anticipation.

The door opened before she could knock. There he stood, Vlad, even more intoxicating in person. His presence filled the space, drawing her in like gravity.

“Welcome home, my love,” he murmured, pulling her inside. The door clicked shut behind her, sealing her fate as his lips met hers in a kiss that tasted of eternity and blood.