[WARNING; THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.]

"Yes," I repeated, my eyes on him. "You can… kiss me."

The air was dead. Only silence filled us.

Our eyes locked with each other. Mine were determined. While his… they slowly grew darker as it glinted with a menacing glint of red.

Slowly, Sam stood properly, facing me. His short canine grew longer; they were frightening.

"What did you say?" He asked in a low growl and with narrowed eyes.

My breath hitched, my chest moving a heavy in and out motion.

"I give you consent," I paused, swallowing down the fright encasing my heart. "Sam."

As fast as the blink of an eye, Sam suddenly appeared and stood before me. His palm slammed against the door, settling on my side.

Looking up at him, the intense emotion in his eyes shook me to the core. My heart tingled when I got a whiff of his fiery breaths. It was intoxicating.

"Lilou…" Under his breath, he rested his forehead with mine, the apex of his nose brushing mine, which made me hold my breath.

Sam would occasionally call me by my name. But this time, my knees felt weak at the sound of my name slipping past his lip.

Goodness… what was this foreign, intense heat coursing through me? It was neither fright nor confidence.

I'm burning… and right now, at the back of my head, my instincts told me he was the water that to extinguish the fire within me. Throwing out the remaining rational thoughts out of the window, I withdrew my hands from my back and snaked around his neck.

I felt him freeze as he slightly drew his head back. His crimson orbs glinting wide in surprised.

"I think…" I breathed, not shying away from his fiery gaze. "I think… I like you."

Upon dropping my confession, Sam ground his teeth, sucking air through them sharply. I could not help but take notice of his sharp fangs.

"Goodness…" He breathed heavily, tilting his head from one side to the other while the tip of his nose traced my jaw.

Sam's other hand wrapped around the side of my neck. His long fingers reaching my jaw as his thumb caressed my cheek.

His touches… I was wrong. He was not the water I needed. We were both... fire.

The heat from his fingers touching my skin had set my body ablaze. Like the oil in the lamp to keep the fire burning.

We have done nothing, but I'm already panting. Inhaling each other's breaths, waiting for who would close this tiny gap between our lips first.

One beat…

Two…

Three…

It only took three beats of my heart before I stood on the tip of my toes. But I wasn't the only one who took notice of the intense air between us. Taking notice, Sam also leaned down.

And within a snap of a finger, our lips came into contact. As fast as our lips encounter, the faster we both parted away.

Both our eyes went wide in surprised. Staring at each other, our eyes informing each other, we both felt it.

We both felt the slight bolt from that kiss. It felt good, to the point it was shocking.

"Gracious… Lilou." He heaved another deep breath. His hand on the door suddenly wrapped around my waist, lifting me up as he pinned my back against the door.

This time, Sam captured my lips, and I welcomed his breaths wholeheartedly.

His lips moved. I could feel his fangs grazing my lips. His kiss was demanding, yet patient. His luscious and soft lips guided my lips patiently until I picked up its pace.

Slowly, I felt his tongue parting my lips. And I did, instinctively. I couldn't think. I felt light-headed and intoxicated.

I've never had a taste of wine before. But I knew I'm getting drunk — intoxicated with the taste of his lips.

And this taste… it suddenly became my obsession. No, he had become my addiction. A bad habit I would never quit.

"Uh…" I moaned in his mouth, making his arm around my waist pull me closer.

Yes, closer…

Even with the lack of space between us, it still felt distant. I never felt my clothes were thick enough. But right now, they're a hindrance. I wanted him closer, and I knew he wanted to same.

I'm losing my mind.

"Lil…"

His lips parted away, trailing down as he left soft kisses on my jaw. Instinctively, I stretched my neck as he journeyed down to my neck.

My hand behind him clasped his clothes tightly. With every touch of his lips, I held my breath and panted.

Closing my eyes to feel his every touch and I loved it every time. Simultaneously, he let his hand go from my nape and then traced my outline carefully. If not for my clothes, I'd lose it.

Not long after, I felt my skirt being lifted. His hands tracing my leg up to my thigh.

"Sam..."

Goodness…

Subconsciously, this was not the kiss I had thought it would be. We were heading somewhere deeper than a kiss.

But I couldn't stop it. I wouldn't stop it.

The taste of his lips had showed me a primal desire — a need I never thought I needed. A missing part of me that needed to be fulfilled immediately.

"Sam…" Again, I called out under my breath, panting, as I rested my forehead on his.

Slowly, Sam licked my collarbone. His breaths heavy, penetrating my flaring skin.

"I know," He breathed. "I know."

He repeated. His lips nibbled on my skin as if it was his. His lips and tongue alternating in a rhythm as it traveled down to my upper chest.

"I know…" Again, he whispered.

I held my breath, feeling the slight rough yet arousing pain whenever he suck. My hand on his back clasped tighter as I breathe through the gap of my mouth.

More…

His hand on my thigh outlined its way up my under garments. The longer I wait for this foreign desire to be fulfilled, the more it intensified.

"Sa—"

Just as I was going to moan his name; just before I could demand more from him, the voices outside snapped me from my ecstasy.