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It was a lovely summer evening. The silver rays of the moon flooded over every earthly creature, lands, hills, lakes, and rivers; the stars were sparkling like thousands of diamonds in the sky, setting up a soothing mood, creating the atmosphere more beautiful and serene. The northern star was reassuring the wayfarers to choose the right path on their journey.
In such a beautiful evening, a young man was waiting for his beloved, leaning his back against the railings of a wooden bridge. He was enjoying the feather-like touches of gentle evening breezes that were pleasing to his heart's content; sweet, mellow scents of various flowers had been mixed in the air, accompanying him in this delightful, pleasant evening.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice someone had come to him and stood in front of him. He jumped in surprise when he felt a light touch on his hand. When he saw who the person was, his eyes lit up in happiness. A beautiful woman was standing in front of him, for whom he was waiting until now, though it was not their first meeting but it was after a long time since their last one.
Without saying a word, he embraced her; although it was sudden, she startled at first but also embraced him in return.
They were both feeling each other's warmth; her rosy scent was enough to calm his heart and mind, his body that was yearning for her touch for a long time was satisfied now, finding her close to his heart.
After a while, he broke the embrace but didn't let her go; now he was staring at her with a loving gaze. His eyes were observing her every detail; the moonlight touching her face complemented her stunning features, her silky black hair descending on her back like a waterfall from a mountain, her obsidian eyes staring at him deeply, piercing into his soul, were the traces of darkness, the depth of night, which might be hiding millions of secrets behind them, but for him, it was the most beautiful place, his beautiful solace.
He slowly brought his left hand to her face; his long fingers grazed her cheek lightly. Slowly his eyes went down to her neck, long like a feathered swan; her sharp shoulder blade, as white as ivory, made her more captivating and alluring under the silvery moonlight.
He was ensnared, his eyes helplessly entranced by the sinuous curves of her body. The delicate arch of her neck beckoned him.
Like a siren's call his gaze went inexorably downward more, tracing the inviting fullness of her bosoms, the sensual contours of her waist, and the tantalizing swell of her hips.
His burning gaze was sending shivers down her every fibre.
He gulped hard, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat, his breath caught and his heart racing with a raw desire threatening to consume him whole; his mind went blank, his eyes transfixed by the sheer intoxicating beauty of her.
Never in his entire life had he felt such strong desperation to do something forbidden; he knew he needed to stop, but the strong urge to commit the sin was so much overwhelming.
He pulled her in, eliminating any space between them, and was met with the pleasurable pressure of her soft, supple body against his. Even through the barrier of their clothes, he could feel the enticing curves of her figure, sending shivers of desire coursing through his veins. The craving to feel her bare skin against his, to explore every inch of her, was igniting a raging inferno within him, making it almost impossible to resist the primal urge to claim her.
He slowly brought his face near hers, staring deeply into her eyes; his hazel brown eyes shone in the moonlight, showing unknown emotions. Her eyes flickered with a glint of red, but it was gone so fast, as if it were just an illusion; it had gone unnoticed by him; she smiled at him, showing her perfect white teeth between her thin lips, tinted red.
One of his hands, which had grazed her cheek before, slowly went to the back of her head, bringing her face closer to him; their lips were almost brushing against each other's; both of their hot breaths were mixed together; he could not wait anymore; the sweetest pain he was feeling, he wanted to end it; his grip around her waist tightened more; and without a second thought, his cold lips met her soft ones in a passionate kiss.
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Next morning, the bridge was crowded by the locals; curious eyes were looking at the scene in front of them; so many questions were written on their faces, witnessing the unfortunate incident that had taken place. Police were failing to control the crowd; they were trying not to let anyone tamper with the crime scene.
The man from the previous night was lying dead on the bridge; his whole body was white, like paper, as if all of his blood had been drained out from his body; his hazel brown eyes were wide open, conveying a lack of life, a lifeless stare was signifying a moment of intense terror he might have felt at the time of death.
There was no sign of any evidence of how he died, no assaults, nothing; only two tiny, symmetrical punctures on his neck, from where a little blood was still oozing out.
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THE END
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