Midnight Hunger

The vampire mansion stood silent under the cover of night, its towering black spires disappearing into the mist. The air inside was thick with the scent of candle wax, old books, and something darker—something primal.

Upstairs, in the heart of the mansion, the hunger was different.

The bedroom was drenched in shadows, flickering candlelight casting long, moving shapes across the black silk sheets. The massive, gothic bed—carved from dark oak, its headboard etched with ancient vampire sigils—was anything but untouched.

Kikidori hovered over Haruna, his breath cool against her bare skin, his hands already mapping the curves of her body like he was committing them to memory.

Haruna arched beneath him, her nails dragging lightly down his back. "Mmm," she purred, her voice teasing, dangerous. "About time."

Kikidori smirked, his abyss-black eyes drinking her in. "You're impatient."

Haruna exhaled, her fangs glinting as she grinned. "I'm hungry."

She pulled him down, their bodies pressing together as her lips grazed his throat. Her breath was cold, but her bite was fire.

Kikidori's hand tightened in her hair, his other arm bracing against the mattress as he exhaled slowly. "You always were a biter."

Haruna licked the small bead of blood from his skin before smirking. "And you love it."

Kikidori chuckled, low, dark, deadly. His fingers trailed down her body, a slow, teasing path that had her squirming beneath him.

She was his.

And he was hers.

For two centuries, their bodies had danced this dance—an immortal hunger that never faded, never dulled. If anything, it only burned hotter.

But unlike the reckless early years, Kikidori was always prepared.

With one swift motion, he pulled a small, thin square from the nightstand.

Haruna raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in her dark eyes. "Really?"

Kikidori tore it open with his teeth, rolling the thin sheath into place with expert ease.

Haruna smirked. "Planning on getting me pregnant, were you?"

Kikidori leaned down, his fangs grazing her lip before he whispered, low and dark, "Not taking any chances."

Haruna laughed softly, her legs wrapping around him as she pulled him closer.

Then—

The hunger took over.

And the night was long.

The End of Chapter 9.