Reincarnated as Dracula’s Son

She craned her neck, her gaze sweeping over every corner of the room as if trying to absorb every detail. The subtle harmony of colors, the carefully arranged items—it all spoke of thoughtfulness and comfort.

Behind her, Damian turned the lock with a soft click, then strode over to the bed. He dropped onto it with an easy, relaxed motion, propping himself up on his elbows. A playful smirk curved his lips as he watched her. "You gonna sit, or are you just gonna keep staring?" he teased, his tone light and teasing, but his eyes curious.

Yvonne rolled her eyes, the gesture exaggerated but playful, a smile tugging at her lips. Still, she crossed the room and perched beside him on the bed, her movements graceful but casual. The mattress dipped slightly under her weight, and for a moment, she glanced around the room again. "Your room is really nice," she said, her tone genuinely appreciative.

Damian leaned back, resting on one elbow, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made her feel both seen and slightly self-conscious. "Thank you," he replied smoothly, his voice low and steady. Then, with a crooked smile that carried just the right mix of mischief and charm, he added, "But I'm way too focused on you to notice anything else right now."

Yvonne's cheeks warmed at his words, but she quickly masked it by shoving him away with a light push, her laugh soft and melodic. "You're such a sweet talker," she said, shaking her head, though there was no real annoyance in her tone.

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After a few minutes, the mood between them had shifted, both of them now settling into a comfortable silence. Yvonne had leaned back against the headboard, her legs stretched out on the bed, while Damian had found his own spot, half sitting up.

He was propped against the pillows, his back half resting on them, the other half leaning against the wall. His posture was relaxed, but there was still a quiet energy in the way he glanced over at her now and then.

The room felt even more intimate now, the soft lighting casting gentle shadows on the walls as they lay there, not speaking much, but simply enjoying the presence of one another.

Damian's eyes flickered toward her with a slight smile, as if taking in the moment for what it was.

He broke the silence, his voice cutting through the quiet room. "You know what keeps popping in my mind?" he asked, his gaze turning toward her.

"What?" Yvonne asked, her voice soft, almost hesitant as she turned to look at him, curiosity flashing in her eyes.

Damian's gaze lingered on her for a moment, his expression sensual, before he spoke again, his voice low and husky. "I keep thinking... I want to kiss you."

The words hung in the air, their weight settling between them. Yvonne was momentarily stunned, her mind racing to process what he'd just said. For a split second, everything seemed to slow down, her heart beating just a little faster. Then, a smile spread across her face, soft and playful, as she tilted her head slightly.

"Why aren't you, then?" she asked, her tone teasing but with an undercurrent of something more, something expectant. Her eyes locked with his, waiting.

Damian didn't need to be told twice. The playful challenge in her voice was all the encouragement he needed. Without hesitation, he shifted closer, the bed creaking softly under his movements. His heart beat a little faster as he scooted over to where she sat, the space between them narrowing quickly.

He paused for a moment, his gaze locking onto her face, taking in the subtle curve of her lips, the warmth in her eyes, and the way the soft light from the room made her skin glow. It was as if every detail of her face became clearer, more vivid, and more captivating with each passing second.

He allowed himself a quiet moment to admire her, his breath slowing just a little, as if savoring the anticipation. Then, with a quiet exhale, he leaned in slowly, closing the distance between them. His eyes fluttered closed as his lips gently brushed against hers. The kiss was soft at first, lingering for just a moment, as though they both were savoring the connection.

The world outside of that moment seemed to vanish, leaving only the warmth of their shared space, the gentle press of his lips against hers, and the electric feeling that surged through him.

Their lips melded into one, a fiery fusion of desire and passion that seemed to ignite the very air around them. But just as their embrace reached its peak, Damian pulled away, a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

"Alright, I can go back now," he said.

Yvonne's grip tightened on his shirt, her fingers digging into the fabric like talons as she pulled him closer, her breath hot and urgent against his cheek.

Damian's lips curved into a knowing smile, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and desire. "Really?" he drawled, his voice laced with playful skepticism.

Yvonne's grip tightened further, her grip like steel bands around his shirt as she stared into his eyes, her own gaze fierce and unwavering. "Yes," she replied, her voice low and insistent, leaving no room for argument. "Finish what you started."

Damian's smile widened, his own resolve melting like ice under the heat of her gaze, their breaths mingled, each inhale and exhale a testament to the palpable tension that hung in the air like a living, breathing thing.

Yvonne's gaze was unrelenting, her eyes locking onto his with a ferocity that left no doubt of her intention

Damian chuckled, the sound low and rich, as he leaned in closer. His face hovered mere inches from hers, his breath warm against her skin. His lips curved into a teasing smile, his eyes locked into hers with an intensity that made the room smaller, more intimate.

"And what if I don't want to finish it?" His voice barely above a whisper, the playful challenge in his tone, unmistakable.