5

Xander's arms enveloped Charlie, lifting him off the ground with ease. Charlie's eyes widened, surprised by the gentle care with which Xander cradled him.

As they glided through the mansion, Charlie's gaze drifted over the opulent decor: crystal chandeliers, velvet drapes, and polished marble floors. The air was thick with the scent of old books and smoke.

Xander's chest rumbled, a soothing hum, as he carried Charlie up the winding staircase. Charlie's cheek rested against Xander's shoulder, the soft fabric of his shirt a comforting caress.

They reached the top floor, where a sleek black door swung open, revealing Xander's private quarters. The room was a sanctuary of dark woods, plush carpets, and floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the moonlit city.

Xander deposited Charlie onto the king-size bed, its plush duvet enveloping him like a cloud. Charlie's eyes adjusted to the soft lighting, taking in the room's intimate details: a crackling fireplace, a grand piano, and shelves lined with leather-bound tomes.

Xander stepped back, his eyes never leaving Charlie's face. "Make yourself at home," he whispered, his voice low and husky.

Charlie's gaze lingered on Xander's features: the sharp jawline, piercing eyes, and raven-black hair that framed his chiseled face. The vampire's presence was both captivating and unnerving.

As Xander began to undress, Charlie's heart quickened. The vampire's movements were fluid, revealing a physique honed from centuries of immortal life.

Xander's shirt slipped off his shoulders, revealing a canvas of intricate tattoos that danced across his skin. Charlie's eyes traced the patterns, mesmerized by the artwork.

As Xander's pants followed, Charlie's cheeks flushed. He had never seen anyone so beautifully crafted. Xander's physique was a masterpiece, chiseled from centuries of immortal life.

Xander's gaze locked onto Charlie's, his eyes burning with desire. He slid onto the bed, his movements fluid and deliberate.

Charlie's heart pounded, anticipation mingling with fear. Xander's presence was overwhelming, yet strangely comforting.

Xander's lips brushed against Charlie's, a gentle whisper of a kiss. "You're safe with me," he breathed.

Charlie's eyelids fluttered closed as Xander's fingers traced his jawline. The touch sent shivers down his spine.

Xander's mouth explored Charlie's, their lips dancing in a slow, sensual rhythm. Charlie's fears began to dissipate, replaced by a growing sense of trust.

As they kissed, the room faded into the background, leaving only the two of them, lost in the moment.

Xander's fangs grazed Charlie's lips, sending a thrill through his veins. Charlie's hands tentatively reached up, his fingers tangling in Xander's hair.

The vampire's growl of approval vibrated through Charlie's body, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.

Xander's fangs deepened their exploration, tracing the contours of Charlie's lips. Charlie's pulse quickened, his heart racing with excitement.

Their tongues entwined, dancing in a sensual rhythm. Xander's hands roamed Charlie's body, mapping every curve and contour.

Charlie's shirt disappeared, discarded on the floor. Xander's fingers skimmed his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

Their lips parted, and Xander's gaze burned with desire. "You're exquisite," he whispered.

Charlie's cheeks flushed, but his eyes locked onto Xander's, trusting.

Xander's mouth claimed Charlie's once more, their kiss intensifying. Charlie's hands clung to Xander's shoulders, his fingers digging into the vampire's skin.

Their bodies aligned, heat building between them. Xander's touch ignited fires within Charlie, melting his fears.

In this moment, Charlie belonged to Xander, and the vampire would stop at nothing to claim him.

As their passion unfolded, the room dissolved into shadows, leaving only the two of them, lost in the depths of their desire.