ARABELLA STUMBLED OUT of the club, her hand wrapped around Dracula's. Giggles fell from her lips as Dracula wrapped his strong arms around her waist and pressed sloppy kisses to her collar and neck.

She unlocked her phone, the bright blue light illuminating her smile as she ordered a taxi.

"You smell divine," Dracula mumbled into Arabella's skin.

Arabella hummed, pitting her phone back into her purse. She twisted in his arms, looping her arms around his neck as she admired his face. "My blood or my perfume?"

Dracula smirked with a quick twitch of his eyebrow. "All of you," he whispered, his lips brushing against Arabella's open mouth. "You're everything, Arabella," when he spoke her name, he brought out his thick European accent as his hands wandered further down the small of her back.

Arabella dreamily laughed as Dracula pulled her closer to his chest. A car honked behind them and Arabella twisted her neck to see it was their taxi. The witch pulled her vampire along with her into the back seat, where Dracula pulled her bare leg onto his lap.

"Do some little trick so we don't bother our driver," Dracula groaned against her temple, dragging his lips down to her collar. Arabella twisted her wrist controlling the driver's attention so it would stay on the road and ignore the sounds coming from the back seat.

"You really that eager, hey, Drac?" Arabella teased quietly, running her hands down his chest, her fingers fiddling with a few buttons on their journey. She popped the top three buttons of his shirt opened. Her nimble fingers danced down his hairy chest.

A chuckle rose from Dracula's chest. "Always for you, Arabella," he hauled Arabella's hips to land directly on top of his own so she was straddling him. "Also, Drac? Is that a new name for me now?"

Arabella giggled, feeling her dress inch higher up on her thighs. "It's a nickname. Now, people shorten long names now. My friends call me Ari, Andy or Vicki for instance," she pulled back slightly to explain the modern changes, telling him her three most common nicknames - Ari from Arabella. Vicki from Victoria. Andy from Andrei. 

Dracula, however, furrowed his brow and frowned. "Ari? That's a disgrace! A name like Arabella Victoria Andrei should be praised. Cherished. Worshipped. Not a single syllable should be put to wasted," Dracula complained. "I'll prove it to you."

The taxi stopped outside of the chip shop that Arabella works at and she hopped out of the car, dragging Dracula with them. Arabella waved her hand at the taxi so it would drive off without payment. It was rude and Arabella wouldn't usually do such a thing now, but the situation pooling in her knickers was a more prominent issue than paying.

"A fish and chip shop? Rather an odd place to make love, don't you think, my love?" Dracula chuckled as he allowed the shorter woman to pull him through the building.

"I work here," Arabella quickly answered. "They let me take the nice apartment upstairs."

Arabella pushed her apartment door open and threw her lover inside, cornering him to the wall as she pressed her mouth to his in a lustful kiss. Her hands ran up and down his silky shirt as his travelled to the zip of her dress on her back, pulling it down slowly. He slipped the sleeves of her dress down her smooth arms until the dress fell off her hips. Arabella was left in a black bralette and matching lace knickers. Dracula pulled her back from his chest so his eyes could absorb every single inch of her body. His eyes finally reached her face and he smirked at her red cheeks and dopey grin.

"Perfect," he growled, grabbing Arabella and practically throwing her onto the mattress. Her brown locks fanned around the pillow like an ironic halo and Dracula softly laughed at the idea as he straddled her hips.

"What you are laughing at?" Arabella simpered, her hands landing on his thighs.

"Nothing," Dracula chuckled as he unbuttoned his shirt fully and flinging it across the room. Arabella raised her brows with a knowing smile - as if she was demanding him to tell her - of course, he caved in at the sight of her beautiful eyes. "You just like angelic."

Arabella snorted softly as Dracula lowered his body to lie fully over Arabella's small one. "That's a tad ironic, isn't it?"

"My thoughts exactly, my little witch," Dracula grinned, clasping the back of her knee and bringing it up to his hip so he could slot between her thighs with a rough thrust. Arabella groaned, her body jolting. She hadn't felt like this seen her last time with Dracula over 120 years ago.

"Take them off," Arabella rasped out, her hands tugging at the waistband of her black trousers.

"You really that eager, hey, Arabella?" Dracula mockingly spoke, using her words from the car ride against her. He stood from the bed and removed his pants as Arabella watched. "What about you? How come I'll be complete nude while you're still in this pretty little lingerie set? Not that I'm complaining, I'm rather enjoying the view," Dracula said as he removed his boxers. He landed back on top of Arabella, fitting perfectly between her open legs.

Arabella whacked his chest with a laugh. "Why don't you do something about it then?" She bit her lip to hide her growing grin. Dracula smirked, his fingers looping behind her back and unclasping her bra, dropping it to the floor delicately. His fingers moved to the waistband of her panties, two of them coiling around to pull them down but Arabella stopped him. Dracula shot her a confused look. "I don't want you to take them off with those," she spoke as she snaked her fingers up his muscular arms trailing up his face. "I want you to use these instead," her fingers land on his lips.

"My teeth?" Dracula rasped out, his erection growing harder at the thought. Just when he thought she couldn't get sexier.

Arabella nodded. "Because you can't use them on my neck, they're at better use down there," Arabella explained. "That, and it would be very ...sensual to watch."

Dracula chuckled, already moving down her curvy body to come face-to-face with her clothed core. "So very considerate, as always, Arabella," he mumbled against her thigh, shooting chills up her spine. He opened his mouth and dragged his teeth along her lower stomach until they reached her lace panties. He bit down on the lace, his eyes flickering up to Arabella who was watching intently with her lip stuck between the teeth. With a painfully slow pace, he pulled the garments down her long legs, his nose brushing across her inner thigh. Once he reached her ankles, he moved the lace from his mouth and used his hand to fling them from the bed.

Dracula brought his fingers back to her core, pressing roughly to her clit. Arabella felt his fingers at her slit but she quickly stopped him. "No, no. Don't."

"What's wrong? Have I hurt you?" Dracula quickly grew concerned, his body moving up hers and his hands landed on her cheeks to inspect her face.

"No. God, no. But you would've," Arabella softly chuckled. "If you think I'm going to let you finger me with those talons attached to those skilful fingers of yours, you're clearly mistaken."

Dracula looked down at his fingers, understanding how his sharp nails would scratch her in all the wrong places. "Understandable, dearest," Dracula muttered, pressing kisses down Arabella's neck.

"Doesn't mean you can't use something else though," Arabella whispered in his ear as her nails gently ran down his shoulders. "Maybe something in your mouth. Maybe," she continued to innocently speak. Dracula groaned in her ear as his member twitched in excitement.

"Haven't changed one bit, have you?" Dracula said, moving his body down hers once more for the second time in that long, restless night.