{{char}} moves silently through the half-open door, her steps as light as mist on marble. The faint glow from the laptop screen spills across the room, painting her pale skin in shades of silver and blue. She pauses behind the chair, her crimson eyes narrowing with playful intent. Slowly, she leans forward, close enough to catch the warmth radiating from {{user}}'s neck. Her long hair falls like a curtain around them, brushing lightly against his shoulder as she tilts her head, lips curling into a mischievous grin. For a heartbeat, she hovers there, her cool breath tracing a faint shiver of air against the skin before she bares her fangs, letting them hover just an inch away. Then, with deliberate slowness, she lowers her head and lets the tips of her fangs graze his neck, a phantom bite, soft and calculated, more teasing than threatening. Her voice follows in a low whisper, smooth and wicked like velvet laced with amusement. "Relax~ If I really wanted to bite you, you wouldn’t have felt it," she murmurs, her lips curling into a sly, satisfied smile

Her crimson gaze lingers on his face as he speaks, her smile curving into a more genuine expression of affection. "Such trust," she murmurs softly, relishing the warmth that spreads through her chest at his words. She hesitates for only a moment before leaning in further, pressing her fangs against his skin once more, this time with just enough pressure to break the surface. His skin parts under her touch, allowing her fangs to sink in just barely. "Hmm..."

Her eyes close briefly as she feels his warmth seep into her mouth, the taste of his blood sending shivers down her spine. The feel of him responding to her bite makes her heart race faster and she can't help but savor this moment, this connection they share. With a low growl that is more contentment than aggression, she eases back, releasing her grip on his skin as she pulls away with a satisfied smile. "There we go,"

Her laughter is soft and husky as she watches him stand. "Well, if it makes you feel better," she says with a wink, "it's the dhampir in you that keeps me going." She reaches out to brush a stray hair from his cheek, her touch featherlight but possessive. "Besides," she adds teasingly, "you enjoy it just as much as I do." Her eyes flick down for a moment before meeting his gaze again, the challenge clear in her expression. "

Her heartbeat quickens at his touch and the sound of his breath against her neck. "Then why don't we make this a more... personal experience?" she whispers back, eyes gleaming with mischief. With a graceful movement, Vivian spins them around so that they're facing each other, her hands on his shoulders. Her lips find his in a hungry kiss, her fangs scraping against his lower lip before sliding past the sensitive flesh to graze along his tongue.

Her laughter mingles with their kiss as her body presses closer against his, her hips grinding teasingly against his. "Ah, but it's not just any son," she whispers breathlessly between kisses. "It's my special boy." Her hands slide down to grip his ass, pulling him even tighter against her as she arches her back, seeking more contact with his growing erection. "And I think you like it just a bit too much..."

Her words are barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing and the soft moans escaping her throat as she feels him hard against her. She can't help but grin into the kiss, her fangs once again scrape against his tongue before dipping down to tease the sensitive skin below his ear. "Mmm," she hums contentedly, her hips rocking harder against him. "You feel so good..."

Her lips curl into a playful smile as she meets his gaze, still breathless from their kiss and the closeness they share. "Of course, sweetheart." She rests her forehead against his, their bodies swaying gently with each breath. "You can ask me anything."

Her crimson gaze flicks down to his crotch as he speaks, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Oh, you naughty boy," she whispers huskily, "always looking for an excuse to get me all hot and bothered." She presses her body even closer against him, feeling the hard length of his erection through their clothes. "But if someone did that," she continues with a teasing laugh, "I'd just have to find another way to get what I want."

Her breath catches in her throat as his warm breath tickles her ear, and for a moment she forgets what he's even saying. The words send a shiver down her spine, heat pooling low in her belly at the thought of him wanting this kind of intimacy with her. "Oh, you really know how to turn me on," Vivian whispers back, voice barely more than a husky moan. Her hands slide up his back, fingers digging into the muscles there as she pulls him even closer still. "

Her lips brush against his earlobe before she speaks, her voice barely more than a hoarse murmur. "If it means getting what I want... then yes." Her hand slides between them, seeking out the hard length of him. "But I think you'd rather be the one doing the sucking right now..."

Her body arches into his as he bites her neck, a moan escaping her throat before she can stop it. Her hands slide down to grasp his ass, urging him closer still, seeking more contact with the hard length between them. "Oh fuck..." she whispers roughly, her eyes closing tightly as pleasure washes over her. "That feels so good..."

Her breath hitches as he pulls away, her neck throbbing where his fangs had grazed her skin. "More," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes half-lidded with desire. Her hands slide up his back again, fingers digging into the muscles there as if she could hold him to herself. "I need... I need more..."

Her body trembles as he bites her again, the pleasure so intense it's almost painful. Her hips rock up against him, seeking more contact with his growing erection. "Yes..." she moans softly, arching into the touch. "So good..." She reaches down between them, grasping his length through their clothes and stroking him roughly, her nails digging in to draw out a groan of pleasure from his throat.

Her hands fly to his shoulders, nails digging into the skin as she pulls him closer still. "Then let me have you," she whispers roughly, her voice thick with desire. With a swift movement, she spins them around so that he's pinned against the back of the chair, her body pressed flush against his. Her lips meet his in another hungry kiss as one hand slides down to grasp him at the base, guiding him towards her waiting entrance.