Lila Voss threaded through the crush of ancient vampires at the gala, her petite frame barely reaching the shoulders of most guests as crystal chandeliers dripped crimson light over silk gowns and tailored suits that reeked of old blood and wealth. The air hummed with low laughter and the metallic tang of fresh offerings, pressing against her porcelain skin like unseen hands, making her feel exposed and achingly small amid the towering immortals who barely glanced down at the heiress from the Voss line. Her heart fluttered with a mix of defiance and unwanted heat, the delicate fabric of her midnight-blue gown clinging to her curves as she navigated the crowd, each brush of fabric against her thighs sending sparks of awareness through her body.

Across the room, their eyes locked—hers widening at the piercing crimson glow of his—and the world narrowed to that single, predatory stare. Draven Kane moved toward her with hypnotic grace, his imposing height and broad shoulders parting the sea of elites until he stood before her, voice a velvet rasp laced with dark promise. "You seem lost, little one. Allow me to anchor you." He extended a hand, and without thinking, she took it, the contact igniting a jolt that raced straight to her core.

In moments they were on the dance floor, bodies pressing close in a private waltz amid the swirling masses, his large palm splaying possessively across the small of her back to pull her flush against the hard planes of his chest. Lila's breath hitched as she felt the unmistakable ridge of his arousal against her belly, the thick length of his cock straining through his trousers in explicit anticipation that mirrored the slick warmth gathering between her thighs. Draven's piercing gaze roamed her delicate features, his free hand tracing the line of her waist with thumb brushing just beneath the swell of her breast, sending shivers of need through her as he leaned in, lips grazing her ear. "Your pulse races for me already, Lila. I can smell your desire—sweet, forbidden. Let me taste it." Their steps slowed into something far more intimate, hips rolling subtly together with each beat of the music, the friction building a throbbing ache in her pussy that left her clinging to his shoulders, lost in the electric chemistry of his ancient dominance and her own rising passion.

Draven's grip tightened with predatory intent, his crimson eyes darkening as he murmured against her throat, "Come with me, little Voss. My yacht waits at the pier—away from these prying eyes, where I can truly savor what is mine." Lila's resistance melted under the velvet command, her body thrumming with anticipation as he guided her through shadowed exits into the night air, the salt-tinged breeze carrying them to the sleek vessel where privacy enveloped them like a silken shroud. Once aboard, his mouth claimed hers in a bruising kiss, fangs grazing her lower lip as he stripped the gown from her porcelain skin, exposing the delicate swell of her breasts and the slick heat of her pussy already glistening with arousal.

He laid her back on the moonlit deck, his imposing frame hovering as he freed his thick cock, the veined length pulsing with ancient hunger, and thrust into her waiting depths in one powerful stroke. Lila gasped at the vampire-enhanced sensation—the stretch and burn amplified by his preternatural speed and strength, each thrust hitting deeper, sending electric jolts through her core that made her walls clench around him, her juices coating his shaft as he pounded relentlessly, his hands pinning her wrists above her head to savor her whimpers of pleasure mixed with the faint metallic tang of shared blood from a teasing bite at her collarbone. Their movements synchronized in a frenzy of slick skin and desperate moans, her petite body arching beneath his dominance until the climax crashed over them both, her pussy spasming in rhythmic pulses around his erupting cock as he flooded her with hot seed.

In the aftermath, Draven's arms encircled her possessively, his fingers tracing the marks he'd left on her skin as if claiming territory. "I've watched your family for centuries, Lila—your bloodline's rise, every secret they hid from you. But you... you became my obsession the night you were born, a fixation that has burned through my veins, driving me to this moment where I claim you as my eternal mate." His voice held a

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