Shadows And Silk

The night was heavy, thick with a darkness that wrapped around the vampire mansion like a living thing. Outside, the wind whispered through the trees, carrying the distant howls of creatures that belonged to neither the living nor the dead.

Inside?

Something far more primal was happening.

The massive bed creaked beneath them, its ancient wooden frame groaning under the strain. The silk sheets—black as midnight—were already tangled, twisted, clinging to their bodies like second skin.

Haruna's fingers dug into Kikidori's back, her nails raking across his pale skin, leaving behind the faintest red marks. She clung to him like her life depended on it, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps.

Kikidori's hands—strong, cold, possessive—gripped her hips, holding her firmly in place. His movements were slow at first, teasing, wickedly controlled, but as Haruna's nails dragged lower—her body arching, pressing against his—he lost that control.

His lips found her throat, fangs grazing, not biting, just teasing. Because he knew what that did to her.

Haruna shuddered, her legs wrapping tighter around him. "Kiki…" she breathed—a sound somewhere between a plea and a challenge.

Kikidori smirked against her skin, his voice dark, low, dangerous. "You're holding on like I'm going to let you go."

Haruna gasped as he drove deeper, her grip on him tightening.

The bed groaned, the headboard slamming lightly against the stone wall with every motion. Rhythmic. Unrelenting.

The candlelight flickered wildly, casting long, shifting shadows across their tangled bodies. Their movements were fluid, seamless, perfect, like two predators locked in an eternal dance.

Kikidori leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispered, "Let go."

And Haruna did.

Her body tensed, her breath hitching—her nails dug deep, leaving red lines that would heal in seconds but still marked him as hers.

Kikidori followed her over the edge, his grip tightening as he buried himself against her, his breath ragged, uneven.

For a moment, silence.

The only sound was their breathing, slow, steady, coming down from the high of it all.

Haruna—still sprawled beneath him, still clinging to him like he was the only thing in the world that mattered—let out a breathless laugh. "That was…"

Kikidori smirked against her skin, kissing her throat lazily, almost absentmindedly. "Intense?"

Haruna's fingers trailed up his spine. "I was going to say 'a religious experience,' but sure."

Kikidori chuckled. "I aim to please."

She grinned, sharp and wicked, her fangs catching the candlelight. "And you succeed."

Kikidori leaned back, finally pulling away, rolling onto the sheets beside her.

Haruna stretched, her body still humming with aftershocks, her bare skin cooling against the silk sheets. She glanced over at Kikidori, her abyss-black eyes still hazy, still hungry.

Kikidori, arms behind his head, smirked at her. Knowing. Amused. Completely satisfied.

Then—

The goddamn door creaked open.

Haruna groaned. "If it's Coraline, I'm kicking her furry little—"

"Oh my actual hell, can you two STOP?!"

Coraline.

The tiny vampire cat sat in the doorway, her tail flicking aggressively, ears pinned back in pure feline disgust.

Haruna didn't even bother covering herself. "Didn't we have this conversation, like, yesterday?"

Coraline made a loud, exaggerated gagging noise. "Yes, and clearly, you learned nothing."

Kikidori, still lying there looking completely unbothered, exhaled. "What do you want, Coraline?"

Coraline huffed, marching forward and jumping onto the bed like she owned it. "I came to tell you two lovebirds that something is moving outside the mansion."

Haruna frowned, finally sitting up, her amusement vanishing. "Something?"

Coraline nodded. "Something big."

Kikidori's smirk faded. His predatory instincts clicked back into place. Alert. Sharp. Ready.

The afterglow? Gone.

Something was out there.

And it wasn't friendly.

The End of Chapter 10.