Allure Of The Night

"You sure?" Vincent picked up her hand that was resting on her side, and he tugged it as he led her towards the couch that was placed in front of the fireplace. The logs of wood brightly burned in the fireplace, keeping the room warm.

Vincent knew that despite the hardships Eve had faced, she was mentally strong to stand her ground, and if she hadn't learned it before, she was now. It wasn't that he overestimated her, but the thought that she trusted him and he did the same, it had intertwined the understanding between them.

But Vincent didn't want to take advantage of that and cause pain in her and he wanted to know what she thought through her words. It was the smile on her lips that replied to all his questions. He took a seat on the couch while pulling her onto his lap.

"Did you forget that we aren't meant to spend alone time together?" Eve asked him when she sat on his lap with her knees resting on either side of the couch's surface.

"The deal speaks of things that I have no plan to follow. Walking between said lines is something that I am not very good at, you should know that," Vincent pressed the tip of her index finger. On hearing her heart hitch, a wicked smile spread on his lips, "Does it excite you? Knowing we might be caught and to be sneaking around?"

Eve wanted to listen to the door just in case Marceline or the maid Rosetta had mentioned about before they had entered the study room would appear at the door. But it was hard to do that with her rising heartbeat.

"What about you?" Eve asked him, and Vincent stared deep into her ocean-blue eyes.

"Anything to do with you excites me, darling. That goes without a doubt," Vincent hummed, and he caught her other hand.

Eve felt a soft current run up from her fingers as she felt Vincent's fingers play with her fingers before he brought them to the front. He asked her, "Where were we? Yes, Rosetta and Eugene. Has the man ever had his heart broken before?"

"No," Eve answered, and she said, "Eugene has always focused on taking care of Lady Aubrey and me that I don't think he ever thought about anyone. He isn't someone who will chase wealth."

"That goes without saying, considering he raised you with your aunt," Vincent held a thoughtful look on his face. "Looks like your dear friend will need to work hard to win the man's heart. Now that we know the Hook's lack money, and are desperate, it will be satisfying watching the result of how things turn out to be."

Eve stared at their hands, which were intertwined. Soon Vincent untangled his fingers with hers, making her wonder if she should get up. After all, they had to be careful about who would burst through the unlocked door.

"Where do you think you are escaping to, my little girl?" Vincent asked her, placing one of his hands on her lower back. He placed his other hand on one side of her waist.

When their faces got closer, Eve's lips parted and their noses rubbed against each other. Eve whispered to him, "Vince."

"Yes?"

"Lady Anaya wrote to me about wanting to check the piece of the wedding fabric she has made and wants to confirm with me. That she will be visiting here in two days," Eve let him know, while feeling his fingers tracing on her back. "Shall I tell her not to make the gown for the time being?" She asked him.

With their marriage on hold, as Rosetta's parents wanted Vincent to marry their daughter, Eve didn't want Marceline and Lady Aurora's maid to know about it. Vincent pulled away his hand on her waist and caressed her face, "There's no need to change the plans, just because they think we won't marry."

"But soon word will be out about you marrying Rosetta. Won't it cause doubt?" Eve inquired with her eyebrows furrowed.

"There's no rule that a man or a woman cannot get their wedding clothes stitched. And I doubt apart from the Sullivans, the woman helping with your gown and us, anyone else knows where you are getting your wedding gown made," Vincent hummed, and the next second, he quickly turned his body to the side and pushed Eve's back against the couch's long surface. He asked her, "Will you be able to handle the next few days?"

"I will do my best," Eve answered. Vincent leaned his upper body towards her, and remarked, "I am sure you will."

Eve stared back at him, and her breath quickened because of the quick movement. Her hand reached near his face and brushed her fingers against his silver hair. She was aware that Vincent liked to lead his life dangerously, even after he had stepped inside the dungeon cell today and was having Lady Aurora's eyes in the mansion.

Vincent brushed her lips with his thumb, "Don't be nervous about the future. Close your eyes." Seeing his face get closer to hers, she closed her eyes and felt his lips press against hers.

And like many other times, Eve felt him steal her breath. She felt him capture her lips with his, and she tried to do the same, indulging in the sweet feeling that he offered her. Though the pureblooded vampire brought chaos in others lives, he brought peace to her. Their moment was short, as she heard the doorknob to the study room turn and felt Vincent's weight disappear.

When Eve's eyes snapped open, she noticed Vincent had disappeared. She quickly sat up and noticed Marceline standing at the door, and Lady Aurora's maid stood behind the vampiress.

"What are you doing?" Marceline questioned her, and her eyes swept across the room, not to find her brother there.

"Resting," Eve answered and asked, "Do you need something?"

Marceline took another look before replying, "Nothing you can help with. Now that you aren't going to marry my brother, you should watch your back," she warned Eve.

But before Marceline left the front of the room, Eve responded, "So should you," and her words had the vampiress grit her teeth.