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The silk of her dress pooled around us on the floor, a crimson puddle reflecting the single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. Mariska leaned against the wall, chest heaving as she met my gaze with eyes dark and molten gold in the dim light.

"Take me," she breathed again, pressing closer until I could feel the heat radiating off her skin through the thin fabric of her dress. Her hand found its way to the back of my neck, fingers digging into my flesh like claws as if urging me on. I didn't need any further encouragement.

My hands were already roaming over her body – tracing the curve of her hipbone beneath the clinging scarlet silk, feeling the heat radiating from her thigh where it pressed against mine. My thumb brushed across a swell of breast through the thin fabric and she gasped, leaning into my touch with a soft moan that sent shivers down my spine.

"You feel so good," I growled, pulling her even closer until our bodies were flush together. Her scent was intoxicating – vanilla mixed with something wild and feral that made my mouth water. I lowered my head to kiss her again, tasting the sweetness of her lips mingled with a hint of salt from the dampness clinging there.

She tasted like heaven on fire.

Her hands tangled in my hair as I deepened the kiss, pulling at me until we were both breathless and **** for more. My tongue slid into her mouth, meeting hers in a tangle of heat and need. I felt the soft press of her breasts against my chest as she arched instinctively towards me, hips swaying with an urgency that mirrored my own.

"God," I breathed against her lips, pulling back just enough to see the flush rising on her cheeks, the way her eyes were dark pools reflecting the single bare bulb overhead. "Mariska..."

She met my gaze with a fierce hunger in those golden depths – a wildness that matched the fire burning inside me.

"Yes," she breathed, voice husky and strained. "Please."

I didn't need to be told twice. I shoved her back against the wall, pressing myself hard against her until our bodies were one seamless unit of heat and muscle. My hands moved restlessly over her – tracing the curve of her spine beneath the clinging silk, cupping a breast in my hand and squeezing gently as she arched into my touch.

Her dress rode up further with the movement, revealing more of her thigh – smooth, sun-kissed flesh that begged to be touched. I lowered my head again, capturing her lips in another kiss that was both tender and demanding. My tongue swept across hers, tasting her sweetness before sliding deeper into her mouth, exploring every hidden crevice until she gasped against me with a sound like silk tearing.

Her hands were tangled in my hair now, pulling at it as if trying to anchor herself to the world while I dragged her down with me – down into the depths of this primal need that consumed us both.

I broke away from the kiss long enough to slide one hand beneath the hem of her dress, feeling the smooth warmth of her skin against my palm. My fingers trailed upwards along the curve of her hipbone, finding the soft swell of her ass cheek and squeezing gently before sliding higher still until I was cupping a breast in each hand.

She moaned at that – a low, throaty sound that vibrated through me like a physical blow.

"So good," she breathed against my lips as I squeezed again, feeling the tautness of her muscles beneath my touch. "Please..."

I didn't need to be told twice. My hips slammed forward with an urgency born from pure instinct – thrusting into her until I felt the heat and tightness of her body around me.

She gasped against my lips as our bodies met, a sound that was both surprised and pleased. Her hands tightened in my hair, pulling at it as if trying to anchor herself to something solid while she rode out the initial shock of my entrance.

"Mariska," I groaned into her mouth, feeling the heat radiating from her body against mine – the way her muscles tensed around me with each thrust, drawing me deeper inside her. "So tight..."

She met my groan with a soft whimper as she arched instinctively towards me, pressing herself closer until our bodies were one seamless unit of heat and muscle.

"Fuck," I breathed against her lips, burying my face in the crook of her neck to breathe in that intoxicating scent – vanilla mixed with something wild and primal that made my blood sing. "So good..."

I moved into her then – hard and deep, driving myself into her again and again until she cried out my name beneath me. Her hands were fists now, digging into the back of my neck as if trying to pull me closer still while I rode her with a savage urgency that mirrored the fire burning inside me.

Her hips moved against mine in response – swaying up to meet each thrust, pressing herself tighter and tighter until she was clinging to me like a lifeline.

"Harder," she gasped between breaths, voice husky and strained as I slammed into her again and again. "Fuck harder..."

I obeyed without hesitation. My hips moved with a brutal rhythm – driving myself deep inside her over and over again, feeling the heat of her body against mine, tasting the salt on her lips when our mouths met in between thrusts.

Her scent was intoxicating – vanilla mixed with something wild and feral that made my blood sing. I wanted to devour her whole – taste every inch of her skin, feel the tremor of each muscle beneath my touch.

She cried out again as I slammed into her, a sound both pained and pleasurable that sent shivers down my spine. Her hands tightened in my hair, pulling at it with increasing urgency as she arched against me, riding out the wave of pleasure that crashed over us both.

I was lost in the heat of it – the feel of her body pressed against mine, the taste of her on my lips, the scent of her filling my senses until there was nothing else but this primal need burning between us.

Then she came undone with a strangled cry – her hips bucking upwards as I drove into her one last time, feeling the tremor run through her entire body before collapsing against me in a tangle of limbs and spent breath.

I held her close then – letting my own breaths come ragged and shallow as we clung to each other for what felt like an eternity. The heat radiating from her skin was still palpable even after she'd calmed, the scent of vanilla mixed with something wild and feral clinging to me like a second skin.

"God," I breathed against her hair, feeling the soft rise and fall of her chest beneath my cheek. "Mariska..."

She stirred then – lifting her head slightly until our foreheads were touching. Her eyes met mine, still dark and molten gold in the dim light but softened now with a sleepy contentment that mirrored my own.

"You're beautiful," I murmured against her lips, feeling the warmth of her breath on my skin as she smiled faintly.

I wanted to kiss her again – to taste her sweetness, feel the heat of her body pressed against mine once more. But something else was pulling at me now – a primal urge that had been simmering beneath the surface since I'd first seen her standing there in the doorway, all crimson silk and golden eyes.

I lowered my head again, this time not to kiss her but to find the pulse throbbing on the side of her neck. My teeth grazed lightly against the sensitive skin before sinking deeper – drawing a soft gasp from her lips as I tasted the coppery tang of blood mingling with that intoxicating scent of vanilla and something wild and feral.

She didn't pull away though – didn't even flinch when my fangs sank further, drawing a small line across the delicate flesh beneath her ear. Instead she arched into me again, offering herself willingly to this primal hunger that consumed us both.

I drank deeply then – savoring the taste of her blood mingled with the sweetness of her skin and the intoxicating scent of vanilla that clung to her like a second skin. It was everything I craved – a wildness that matched my own, a heat that burned away all restraint until there was nothing left but this primal need for connection, for possession, for something more than just flesh and blood.

She tasted even sweeter now with the coppery tang of her fear mingling with the vanilla sweetness beneath it. I drank deeply – sated by the warmth spreading through me as she trembled against my chest, a soft sigh escaping her lips that sounded like silk tearing.

Finally, reluctantly, I pulled away – leaving two small puncture marks on either side of her ear and licking clean the blood that beaded there. She was still trembling slightly beneath me but her eyes were clear now – bright with an almost feverish intensity as she stared up at me.

"More," she whispered, voice husky and strained. "Please..."

I smiled then – a slow, predatory curve of my lips that promised more than just blood and heat.

This was only the beginning.