oh you're gonna love this...
both hands on the phone....
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The air in the mansion was thick with tension, the kind that felt alive, sparking against your skin. You'd been drawn to Taylor for years, but there was something different tonight. Something dark, something dangerous. You stood in her opulent, candle-lit study, the grand clock on the wall ticking away the seconds, each one dragging out the anticipation like a blade drawn slowly across flesh.
Taylor’s back was turned to you, her silhouette stark against the flickering light of the fireplace. The gown she wore clung to her body, black velvet that shimmered like the night sky. Her golden hair cascaded down her back, spilling over her shoulders like a waterfall of liquid light. When she finally turned, her eyes locked onto yours with a predatory gleam. You felt the chill of her gaze in your bones, icy yet laced with heat that made your blood rush.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” she said, her voice a low purr, sending shivers down your spine. There was no question in her tone, only a statement of fact. She knew the effect she had on you.
“I haven’t—” you began, but the words caught in your throat when she stepped closer, her movements smooth, almost serpentine.
“No lies,” she interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a whip. “I can hear your heartbeat, taste your fear. You’ve wanted this for so long, haven’t you?”
Her hand reached out, and before you could respond, her fingers were in your hair, yanking your head back with a force that sent a shock of pain through your scalp. Your breath hitched, a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through you. Taylor’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she leaned in, her breath hot against your ear.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” you gasped out, the word falling from your lips before you could stop it. Your body was betraying you, leaning into her touch, craving more of whatever dark power she held over you.
“Good girl,” she murmured, her lips brushing against your skin, so close, yet not close enough. “You’re mine now. There’s no going back.”
Before you could process her words, her lips were on yours, claiming, dominating. The kiss was rough, demanding, and you couldn’t help but submit, melting into her as her hands roamed your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Her teeth grazed your bottom lip, the sharpness a warning, a promise of what was to come.
She pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, her eyes now a glowing, unnatural red. You were breathless, utterly under her spell. Her fingers traced down the side of your neck, pausing where your pulse pounded beneath the surface.
“You’re not afraid of a little pain, are you?” she whispered, her voice dripping with dark seduction.
“No,” you replied, the word barely a whisper.
“Good,” she purred again, her lips curling into a smile that was both beautiful and terrifying. “Because I’m going to take everything from you. Your fear, your pleasure, your pain. It all belongs to me now.”
With that, she bit down, her fangs sinking into your neck. The pain was sharp, searing, but it was quickly overtaken by a wave of euphoria that crashed over you, drowning you in sensation. You clung to her, your nails digging into her back as she fed on you, every pull of her lips drawing you deeper into the abyss of pleasure and pain.
Time lost all meaning as she took what she wanted from you, her power wrapping around you like chains, binding you to her. When she finally pulled back, her lips stained with your blood, you were left gasping, your body trembling with the aftermath of the intense, otherworldly connection.
