THE VAMPIRE CEO IS MY MATE

CHAPTER 2

ELIARA RIVERA’S POV

All the pain, all the memories of Vico, and every bit of fear faded completely from my mind. The only thing I was aware of was his cold hand resting firmly on my waist—tight, possessive, and holding on as if it would never let go.

I couldn’t understand why, but even in my intoxicated state, every single sense in my body was wide awake, hyper-aware of his presence.

He leaned his face close to my neck, and that was when I heard and felt his breath against my skin.

It wasn’t warm. Nothing like the breath of an ordinary human being.

It was freezing cold. Cold enough to seep deep into my bones, sending shivers down my spine and raising every hair on the back of my neck. It felt like a gust of icy wind blowing straight from the darkest depths of the night.

“Close your eyes…”

It was nothing more than a whisper—low, deep, and carrying a strange, powerful weight, like a command I simply could not bring myself to disobey. Without a moment’s hesitation, I obeyed. I shut my eyes and let myself be consumed by the silence and his distinct, captivating scent—something that smelled of luxury, of midnight, and of undeniable danger.

Only a few moments passed before I felt his hand move. From my waist, he began to guide me downward… not roughly, but gently, like a flower being lowered slowly to the ground.

Until I felt softness wrap around my entire body.

A bed.

I found myself lying on a large, incredibly soft mattress that seemed to absorb every ounce of weight and exhaustion from my body.

Slowly, I opened my eyes—and that was when I realized… I couldn’t remember a thing.

I had no idea how I had gotten here. I couldn’t recall how we had left the bar, whether we had ridden in a vehicle or walked. It felt as if, in the blink of an eye, we had simply been transported to this place.

I let my gaze wander around the entire room.

It was shrouded in deep darkness, like a world sealed off from the light of day—filled with mystery and silence. The only source of illumination came from soft, amber-colored lights strung around the space—like faint fairy lights, casting a gentle yet eerie glow that gave the whole room a haunting kind of beauty.

The air here was cool, too—but instead of making me feel cold and shivery, it felt like a refreshing splash of cold water, soothing the burning heat I felt all over my body from the alcohol and the overwhelming emotions churning inside me.

And when I finally looked back at what was right in front of me… it felt as if the whole world had stopped turning.

He was hovering over me.

His tall, broad frame loomed above me, his palms planted firmly on either side of my head, caging me in between his body and the bed beneath me. There was nowhere to run. No way to escape.

Even though the room was dim and my vision was still slightly blurred, I could see every detail of him clearly. His pale skin, smooth as porcelain and glowing softly in the faint light; his jet-black hair falling neatly over his forehead; and most especially… his eyes.

They were crimson. Glowing like burning embers in the darkness, fixed on me with an intensity that made it feel as though I was the most beautiful thing he had laid eyes on in centuries… or perhaps, like I was his next meal.

“Who…” My lips trembled as I spoke the words. “Who are you…”

A smirk curved his lips—full, red, and perfectly shaped—a smile that held within it temptation, danger, and unbridled possession.

Slowly, he lowered his face until his lips were right beside my ear, and once again I heard that cold voice that resonated deep within my chest.

“Someone who will own you tonight, Eliara…” he whispered.

“W-Why… how do you know my name? W-Who are you?” I stammered, my voice and my entire body shaking from the mix of fear and nervousness raging inside me. My heart was pounding so hard against my ribs I thought it might burst from my chest at any moment.

He stared down at me intently—those deep crimson eyes glowing brightly in the dark room, like two fiery flames burning bright. His voice was steady, deep, and serious, sounding like an order that must be obeyed without question.

“I am Caelium Voss.”

He smiled slowly, and that was when I saw them—his sharp, pointed fangs, glinting faintly in the soft light.

“I am a vampire… and I am the King of all vampires.”

My eyes widened in shock. It felt as if someone had poured ice-cold water all over me, and my entire body went rigid, frozen in place by disbelief. A vampire? A King? Did that mean all the stories I had always thought were nothing but fiction were actually real? And this man hovering above me right now… he wasn’t an ordinary human being at all?

I wanted to scream. I wanted to push him away and run as far as I could. But it felt as if an invisible force was holding me down, keeping me completely still—I couldn’t move even a single inch. I was completely mesmerized, hypnotized by the crimson glow of his eyes.

“Don’t be scared, my love.” he whispered, brushing his hand gently against my cheek. His skin was ice-cold, yet the simple touch sent tingles racing through every part of my body.

And then, suddenly, he pressed his lips against mine! His lips were freezing cold, yet it felt as though a blazing fire had ignited deep within me, spreading heat through every vein in my body! I wanted to move. I wanted to resist. But it was as if I had been nailed to the bed beneath me—unable to move even an inch! I was completely captivated, hypnotized by every single movement he made.

He finally pulled back from the kiss…

“From tonight onwards… you are mine entirely.”

His voice was firm, heavy, and dripping with possession. There was no escape. No turning back.

Before I could even catch my breath or gather my thoughts, he lowered his face once more, pressing soft, warm kisses along the sensitive skin of my neck.

The moment his lips touched my skin, it felt like an electric current surged through my entire being! Every thought in my mind vanished, leaving only him—filling my every thought, my every sight, my every sense.