Tess

Nick looked up to the top of the staircase & couldn't help but stare at the perfection that called his name. Her hair, as black as the young night, contrasted with her face. Looking down he noticed the obsidian pendant that matched his own, then the tight black leather dress that accentuated her glorious curves.

Tess.

Tess sashayed down the steps, not once breaking eye contact with her boyfriend, letting every move provoke a wave of lust.

I've always been putty in her hands.

By the time she was at the bottom, she stood right in front of Nick, her gloriously sexy body before him.

She's doing it, Nick thought, this is Theresa.

She came right up to Nick. She opened her mouth the slightest, not enough for everyone to see, but just enough for him to see her fangs.

Oh, God, there they are.

She leaned in to whisper into his right ear. “You look amazing, Nicholas.”

Flustered, Michael could only nod. Tess continued. “Come with me.”

Hell yeah.

As he followed Theresa up the stairs, he could hear the whoops, wolf whistles & cat calls from their friends down below. “Looks like Nick’s gonna get some.” Their friend Alex shouted out.

Nick normally would've laughed at such a statement or even replied, but he was in so much of a lust-induced haze that he could only hold Tess’ hand & keep his eyes firmly focused on her sexy leather-covered ass as she led him up the staircase & into his darkest, most twisted, most depraved fantasy.