**Footsteps in the Dark**

It started with her bare feet propped up on my lap while we watched some shitty horror movie. Vampire girl, black lipstick, pale as moonlight—Lena. She smelled like lavender and something darker underneath, like old books and iron. The curve of her ankle, the way her toes flexed absently against my thigh, was driving me insane.

“You’re staring,” she murmured, those dark eyes flicking to me. A smirk. She knew.

I let my hand settle on her arch, thumb pressing gently. “Can’t help it.”

Her breath hitched—just a little—and her toes curled. That tiny reaction sent heat straight to my cock. Fuck.

The movie was forgotten. Lena shifted, turning toward me, her knee brushing my groin. “You like my feet?” Her voice was low, teasing.

“Yeah.” No point hiding it. “A lot.”

She hummed and lifted one foot, dragging her big toe slowly up the front of my jeans. My dick jumped. “Show me.”

I groaned, grabbing her ankle, pressing a kiss to the pale skin just above her heel. She shivered. Then lower, my tongue tracing the arch, tasting salt and that faint sweetness of her skin. Lena let out a soft sigh, sinking back into the couch, watching me through half-lidded eyes.

“Fuck, your mouth,” she breathed, flexing her toes against my lips. I sucked two of them in, swirling my tongue around them. She gasped, arching, her other foot pressing against my thigh as if she needed to ground herself.

I pulled back, panting. “You like that?”

“More than I fucking should,” she admitted, cheeks flushed even under that porcelain complexion.

Her hands were already pulling at my belt. I helped her, shoving my jeans down just enough for my cock to spring free, already leaking. Lena smirked, wrapping her bare foot around me, stroking slowly. The softness of her sole against my shaft made my hips jerk.

“God—fuck, Lena—”

She squeezed, her toes pressing just under the head, smearing pre-cum down my length. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

“Bad. So fucking bad.”

Her foot moved faster, twisting a little on the upstroke, her heel rubbing my balls just right. I gripped the couch, trying not to thrust into her touch like an animal. But then she stopped, pulling away, leaving me aching.

“On your knees,” she ordered, voice dripping with command.

I dropped to the floor between her legs, hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her skirt higher. No underwear. Her pussy glistened, already wet, the scent of her making my mouth water.

“You first,” I growled, burying my face between her thighs.

Lena cried out, fingers tangling in my hair as my tongue licked a stripe up her slit. Her hips jerked, grinding against my mouth. I sucked her clit, fingers digging into her thighs to hold her still as she writhed. She tasted like heaven, like something forbidden, and I couldn’t get enough.

“Fucking—yes—” Her moans were music.

I slid two fingers into her, curling them just right, fucking her in time with my tongue. Her thighs shook, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Then her foot pressed against my cock again, stroking lazily as she fell apart on my mouth.

“Come for me,” I murmured against her cunt.

She did, with a sharp cry, her whole body tensing, her pussy clenching around my fingers. I didn’t let up, licking her through it until she shoved me away with a shaky laugh.

“Your turn,” she panted, pulling me up.

I didn’t need telling twice. I pushed her back onto the couch, lining up my cock at her entrance, and sank into her with one smooth thrust. She gasped, nails digging into my shoulders, legs wrapping around my waist.

“Fuck me,” she demanded, and I obeyed.

I pounded into her, her tight cunt gripping me like a fucking vise. Lena’s moans were loud, unfiltered, her hips meeting mine with every thrust. Then she hooked one leg over my shoulder, her bare foot brushing my cheek. I turned my head, catching her toes between my teeth, biting gently.

She came again instantly, screaming my name, her pussy fluttering around me. That was all it took—I buried myself deep, groaning as I spilled inside her.

We collapsed together, breathless, sweaty. Lena traced lazy circles on my chest with her toes, grinning like the devil.

“Told you I’d ruin you,” she whispered.

I kissed her ankle. “Worth it.”