{.o4} {Kiss : ღ: Blood Dupre}

'They were caught in this impasse, taken prisoner by the most destructive force in this universe - lust. Both figures had sought to keep their distance from each other, from succumbing to this sensation that threatened to swallow them whole.

Now there was no escaping it. Underneath the curse of the silver moonlight, they realized they were trapped, caught under its spell, this visceral sensation awakening within them.

They both remained very still. Only a single breath of space separated them.

They both wanted to deny it, this want, this desire, this very need.

Now there was no denying it any longer.

The young man gently cupped the face, his bright eyes locking onto hers, searching for a single moment of indecision, something that would properly snap himself out of it.

His thumb traced the smooth curve if her cheek and down to her full lips.

Their fates were sealed. Now was the time to surrender.

The girl waited at bated breath when he slowly leant forward to bestow a gentle...'

Suddenly, before the expectant maid could finish the lines of her romance novel, she heard the knob move. She suppressed a loud squeak and dashed behind the desk, hoping it was a sufficient hiding spot. She struggled to keep her breath silent, calm the erratic ticking of her clock heart.

She prayed it wasn't Blood Dupre. He would kill her if he found her in his office, simply sitting there and reading. When he was gone on his business trip, she would always sneak into his office and read.

He wasn't supposed to be back so soon... 'And he has to return when I was getting to the good part!' she scowled mentally, holding the novel in her hands, her finger reluctantly bending the corner of the page to act as her bookmark.

Perhaps it was Elliot March, the twins, or even a servant! There was still a chance she would be safe.

"...May I ask what are you doing down there, miss?"

She cursed under her breath, locking eyes with the mafia man himself - Blood Dupre. His brow was arched in question, regarding her crouched form with curiosity.

She lacked air to breath, unable to move her lips to form a coherent response.

'Oh no... I'm screwed.'

Blood then glanced to see the book she held tightly against her chest. His lips curved into a wide smile.

"Ah... so you are the little bird that flies to my bookcase in my absence. I certainly commend you on your earlier selections. You have an excellent taste in novels." Her cheeks suddenly felt like they were burning, shocked that her flights to his bookshelf weren't as inconspicuous as she wanted them to be. "But this... you really are reading this? I have far more interesting romance novels than this. The male protagonist truly irritates me."

"W... Why?" she ventured asking.

She then fell utterly still when she felt a gloved hand cradle her face. She remained breathlessly still when she felt the silky fabric trace the smooth curve of her cheek before touching her lips.

He suddenly meant forward, Blood's hot breath wafting over her cool face as he whispered, "Unlike him, if I truly want something, I won't hesitate to take it."

The maid knew, at the moment, she should leave, push him away while she still could.

Now she found herself trapped, his body over hers like a cage. She was taken prisoner by the most destructive force - lust.

Now there was no escaping it.

The maid lost all of her senses when Blood kissed her firmly on the mouth.

I rather liked how this turned out. So far, out of the few I wrote, I like this one the best (though it may change once I write a drabble that I just outlined later on).

On a random note, I'm surprised how fast I'm finishing these. Man, I miss these moments of free time... which will probably end once Monday comes back along.

Thanks for reading~