Without Fangs

The room was filled with a comfortable stillness, the golden rays of early morning slipping through the curtains. Kikidori and Ere'ana lay tangled in the luxurious silk sheets, their bodies pressed close together, the aftermath of the night—and morning—still lingering in the air.

Ere'ana rested her head on Kikidori's chest, her hair spilling over him like a dark waterfall. His arms were wrapped around her waist, holding her close as his fingers lazily traced patterns along her spine. Neither of them spoke, the silence between them a language all its own.

Kikidori let out a contented sigh, his hand coming up to brush a stray strand of hair from Ere'ana's face. "You're surprisingly quiet this morning," he teased softly.

Ere'ana smirked, her eyes still closed. "Enjoy it while it lasts."

He chuckled, his chest rumbling beneath her. "I'll take what I can get."

For a moment, it felt as though time had stopped, the two of them existing in their own little world, separate from everything else. Kikidori tightened his hold on her, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

But Ere'ana wasn't one to let things stay soft and sweet for too long. She shifted slightly, her lips brushing against the skin of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine.

"What are you doing?" Kikidori asked, his voice low and amused.

Ere'ana didn't answer immediately. Instead, she pressed her lips to his neck, leaving a trail of light kisses that made his breath hitch. She paused for a moment, her lips hovering over the sensitive spot just below his ear.

Then, without warning, she bit him—not with her fangs, but with her teeth, the pressure just enough to send a sharp jolt of pleasure and pain through him.

"Ere'ana," Kikidori muttered, his voice somewhere between a groan and a laugh. "What the hell?"

She pulled back slightly, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "What? You're always so serious. I thought I'd have a little fun."

He raised an eyebrow, his hands gripping her hips as he tilted his head to look at her. "Fun, huh? You're lucky I don't—"

Before he could finish, she bit him again, this time softer, her lips grazing his skin in a way that made his words falter. Kikidori closed his eyes, a low growl escaping his throat as he felt her tongue flick against his neck.

"Damn it, Ere'ana," he muttered, his grip on her tightening. "You're gonna drive me crazy."

"That's the idea," she whispered, her voice laced with amusement.

Kikidori couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head as he pulled her closer. "You're impossible, you know that?"

Ere'ana shrugged, her smirk never fading. "And yet, here you are, completely at my mercy."

He rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face betrayed him. "I hate you sometimes."

"No, you don't," she said confidently, her lips brushing against his ear.

Kikidori sighed, giving in to her antics as he leaned back against the pillows, letting her do as she pleased. Despite her teasing, there was something undeniably intimate about the way she moved, her touch both playful and reverent.

As the morning light grew brighter, the two of them stayed wrapped in each other's arms, their connection deeper than ever. For all their differences and all their chaos, this was where they belonged—together, in a world that was theirs alone.

The End of Chapter Twelve