Kissed BY The Vampire

The club pulsed with electric heat, red and blue lights flashing across the sea of bodies moving to the music. Her heart pounded—not from the bass, but from the footsteps closing in behind her. Her ex. She didn’t have time to think. She only had time to act. And that’s when she saw him. A man draped in black, leaning against the bar like he owned the night itself. Shadowed jawline. Eyes like liquid midnight. The kind of beauty that burned. Without a second thought, she moved. Grabbing his collar, she yanked him down, crashing her lips onto his. “Shh,” she whispered against his mouth. “My ex is here.” A sharp inhale. Then—hands on her waist. Strong. Unyielding. In a single move, he lifted her onto the counter, parting her thighs as he stepped between them. His lips crushed against hers, not just responding but devouring. Exploring. Claiming. Her fingers tangled in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp as his hands mapped her curves, pulling her closer, deeper, into the kiss. She should’ve been scared. She should’ve pulled away. But all she felt was fire. And then, much later, when her breath was ragged and her body melted against his, she finally whispered, “Who are you?” The corner of his mouth lifted, his fingers tracing her jaw. “Vampire, baby girl.” She barely heard it before sleep took her. She should’ve listened.