Chapter 127 Ethan's Promise (2)

Ethan's POVIn return, she responded with an intense eagerness and hunger that showed her passion for me.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer as she deepened the kiss. In her passion, her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to taste mine even more.

Minutes passed as we lost ourselves in the heated embrace on the dimly lit staircase until I felt a sharp sting on my lip. A soft gasp escaped me as she sucked at the tiny wound she had made and savored the taste of my blood with a passionate zeal.

My breath hitched, and I pulled back slightly only to meet her half-lidded gaze.

Suddenly, curiosity sparked within me and I asked the question I had been meaning to ask her.

"Virelle, why do you always prick my lips whenever you get excited? I know vampires prefer the warm rich blood from the main veins, like the jugular on our necks. Yet, you have never once bitten me there."

Hearing my question, she froze for a moment as if time itself had paused for a second.

A deep blush blossomed across her cheeks, spreading over her face like the warm hues of a sunset painting the sky. Her long and delicate lashes fluttered downward, casting faint shadows as she shyly averted her gaze and was unable to meet my eyes.

I couldn't look away as I was utterly captivated by the tender vulnerability in her expression. There was something so achingly beautiful and innocent about the way she hesitated and the way her emotions played across her face like a quiet unspoken melody.

When she finally spoke, her voice was soft and barely more than a whisper. It forced me to lean in closer as my heart pounded and I hung on every fragile word. Experience more on My Virtual Library Empire

"In our vampire clans, there's a tradition," she confessed in a trembling voice.

"When a woman truly loves a man with all her heart, she drinks his most precious blood—the blood that carries the essence of his soul and has the sweetest taste in the world. The blood on his lips.

But there is a condition." She paused as her gaze flickered away for a moment before returning to mine.

"To confirm our love, we can only drink from his lips. No other man and no other prey is ever worthy of that privilege."

Her eyes locked onto mine and it shimmered with an emotion so profound it felt like the universe itself had momentarily stilled around us.

A mix of happiness, longing, and something infinitely deeper that felt like the very fabric of her soul swirled within them.

"From the moment I chose you as my soulmate," she continued in a voice barely above a whisper, "I never doubted. Not for a single second."

Her words struck me like a lightning bolt and sent a surge of warmth through my chest.

My heart clenched and I knew at this moment that I never wanted to lose this feeling of connection and love, I had never felt before.

But before I could respond, a mischievous glint flickered in her eyes and her lips curved into a playful smile.

"But if Brother Ethan wants me to bite his neck instead..." she teased as she tilted her head to the side with a sly grin,

"I wouldn't say no. After all, I have never tasted anything like it, and your lips..." She trailed off as her gaze dropped to my mouth before she added with a soft laugh.

"Well, they don't have that much to offer."

Before I could even process or agree to her words, she lunged at me with surprising speed and wrapped her arms tightly around my neck as if she had given the permission herself.

Her warm and soft lips found my neck in an instant as they pressed against my skin.

Then came the sharp and searing pain that I had been expecting as her fangs pierced my jugular vein. I gasped as my body tensed and a strange electric sensation coursed through me.

I had expected something euphoric and something akin to the intoxicating pleasure described in vampire tales of my previous life.

Instead, a wave of lightheadedness washed over me as I felt the already spiral stairs above my head spin even more and I felt as if I was dropping in a never-ending hole.

My limbs grew heavy and my thoughts grew muddled and distant. She drank with a surprising speed and the loss of blood I felt was dizzying.

I instinctively reached up and my fingers slipped through the silken cascade of her hair as if desperate to ground both of us in reality.

"Virelle," I murmured as my voice was weak and unsteady.

"It's time to let go, love. If you keep going, you will drain me dry."

But she didn't stop. Her lips remained pressed to my neck and the frantic and excited suction sent shivers down my spine. My vision blurred at the edges, and my breath grew shallow.

Panic flickered faintly in the back of my mind but it was suddenly drowned out by a strange and almost surreal calm.

Summoning the last of my energy, I patted her back a little harder and whispered into her ear.

"Virelle, baby you need to stop."

As if snapped out of a deep trance, she jerked away with her eyes wide and filled with horror.

Vibrant red blood mixed with glittering silvery lights stained her lips as the crimson droplets trailed down her chin.

The wild and hunger-driven glow in her eyes faded only to be replaced by a look of sheer devastation. Her hands trembled as she reached up to touch her mouth and her expression started crumbling.

Her expression seemed as if her whole world had been ruined and I could feel the immense fluctuations in her emotions that she was experiencing right now.

Her gaze traveled to my face and then to my ghostly pale skin.