My move? Why fight something you want deep down...

The moment I see Ariadne in my doorway and her red hair spilling like a bloodstain over her shoulders, I realize that the fear and instinct to slam the door and run are gone, instantly. Instead, that pull from the club hits me, stronger now, like the night itself is coiling around my heart, dragging me to her, and my pulse spikes, not with panic but with a raw, electric want that’s been simmering all week.

And it takes less than a second to come to the simple conclusion—fuck it, why fight this? I mean, I could bolt, yell for help, pretend that I could fight her, but every night since the alley, I’ve been dreaming of her fangs, her touch, craving that dark rush that made me feel alive, ironically.

"You found me... finally," I say and don’t wait for her response, my bare feet move on their own towards her. I’m thinking how I’ve spent days jerking off to the memory of her, how I’ve been telling myself it’s wrong, dangerous, but now she’s here, and my body’s screaming that this is right and I’m not fighting it because I want to dive headfirst into that darkness.

Ariadne’s lips curl into a slow, knowing smile, like she sees my surrender written all over me, and her eyes catch the glow through the window, green and turquoise or some unholy mix, and I don’t give a shit which, because they’re pulling me in, promising everything I’ve been craving.

“I see you've been missing me... just as much as I've missed you,” she says, her voice low, warm, like velvet laced with sin, and there’s a hint of surprise in it, like she didn’t expect me to fold this fast. "No hesitation?"

“Didn’t see the point,” I say with a steady voice as I close the distance. My heart is pounding with excitement, not fear. “I've been thinking about you all week, Ariadne. You and your... bite,” I spill out like I’ve been holding it in too long. I guess I am that crazy to actually choose this, choose her.

Her hand finds my cheek and I lean into it, craving her touch. “Seems like you’re already mine, aren’t you?” she murmurs in, her eyes widening slightly, like my eagerness catches her off guard but lights her up. “Damn, Thalia, you’re making this too easy.”

“Then make it worth it,” I say as I press myself against her, feeling her curves mold to me through her silk slip dress. Her scent—so sweet and dangerous—floods my senses, making my head spin, and my hands grip her hips, anchoring myself to her as my pussy throbs, already wet, already begging. It's crazy how I don’t even care if this kills me, if her bite takes too much, because this crave I feel for her is stronger than anything I’ve ever known, and I want to drown in it.

“Mmm... you’re so hungry for it,” she says. Her fingers slide into my hair and tangle them tight, and then she pulls just enough to make me gasp, and her breath brushes my ear. “Tell me how bad you want this, Thalia.”

“Bad enough I can’t sleep without dreaming of you,” I admit, as I tilt my head closer, feeling her breath on my neck, my skin tingling with anticipation. “I want your fangs. Just fucking do it.”

I've done stupid shit in my life but nothing so fucked up as this. I bet Lucius would lose his shit if he saw me right now, but I want this dark bliss I know her bite will bring, and surrendering to it is turning me on, my entire body is screaming for her to take me apart.

Ariadne’s eyes flash and she laughs, soft and wicked, like she’s delighted by my need. “You’re something else,” she says, her voice dropping to a purr, as her lips graze my neck, soft and teasing, making my breath hitch. “I've been waiting for this all week.”

And then her fangs finally pierce my neck, slow and deliberate.

“Fuck!” I cry out as pain flares sharp, like twin needles slicing through my skin. But the pain melts fast, replaced by a rush of fire that surges through my veins, that weird pleasure spreads all over down between my thighs, making my clit pulse like it’s alive.

"Ahhh... yes... yes..." I moan loudly in acceptance. My hands clutch her shoulders and pull her closer, my whole body is arching into her like I’m offering my damned soul. And I'm not being controlled or influenced by her dark magic or something, or at least it doesn't feel like it.

Her lips seal against my neck, sucking slow, and the wet, greedy gulps of my blood, something that should disgust me, instead sends jolts of pleasure through me. I’m completely lost in it, my head is spinning, my knees are weakening. Damn, it's even better than the alley, deeper, cause now she’s pulling me into the darkness I’ve been chasing all week deep down. I’m so fucking turned on, my hands travel across her perfect body and I catch myself grinding against her thigh, seeking friction as I moan, “Yes, Ariadne... so good... more...”

I’m not just surrendering to her—I’m literally begging, but it doesn't feel wrong at all, because I know I’ve chosen this, which in a twisted way feels like ultimate freedom.

Her tongue laps at the wounds, and each suck sends a fresh wave of pleasure. I could get addicted to this. I probably already am. My mind is buzzing with how right this is, how I’d rather die here, than live without her. I should've ignored Lucius from the start. I foolishly dodged this for days, and now I’m pissed at myself for denying myself this...

After a minute or so, Ariadne pulls back, much to my disappointment. Her lips are smeared with my blood, and she gasps, a sharp satisfied sound, like she’s quenched her immediate hunger. Her eyes glow brighter, and she licks her lips, savoring me, as she says, “Goddamn, Thalia... you’re fucking divine.”

I’m panting, slumped against the wall, my neck is throbbing and I’m grinning, my body buzzing with that dark, twisted bliss.

"Now... in case you didn't enjoy this, just say a word and I'll go," she says while smirking teasingly, already knowing there isn't a shred of resistance left in me.