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ANNABELLE.

With a slight tug on Zyn's hair, I guide him down. Transitioning between carefully caressing his cheek and the soft swell of his lips as I allow my right hand to travel to his navel, sliding further down. A tangible whimper escapes him, the second I set my hand on his hard cock.

Gunmetal irises gaze at my own with a feverent deprivation, "Please, " he breathlessly ruts into my palm, releasing a loud moan at the contact. His eyes shutting close.

The unwavering violet eyes belonging to one aroused vampire seem unable to tear away from my frame. They track over the smallest details, like how my thumb presses into Zyn's lower lip applying pressure and how my mouth trails soft butterfly kisses down his throat, lingering on his soft spot that seems to throb as I suck on it leaving a red mark.

It feels invasive in a way.

The way he watches me so keenly.

The way that he can't tell how of an effect he has on me.

The grueling hold he has over my heart without knowing.

Is it a na