The low, warm glow of the street café cast a soft, romantic light over the scene. The once-bustling street had quieted down to the occasional ring of a bicycle bell and the hushed murmur of love-struck couples strolling past our intimate table.

This was our third date, and from the very beginning, there had been something undeniably special about Chloe. An intoxicating allure, a breathtaking quality that set her apart.

I thought back to our initial online chats on the matchmaking website. From the very first moment, it felt almost as if fate had brought us together. Finding love during a four-month business trip to Romania seemed improbable, yet here we were.

She sat across from me, her gaze fixed on me as she sipped her tea. The crimson mark of her lipstick seemed to dissolve into the rich red hue of the beverage.

The look in her eyes filled me with a strange sense of worry. It sent a flutter through my chest, a fear that she might somehow sense the secret I held so tightly within.

The warm, comforting tea slid down my throat, a sweet and soothing sensation. Usually, I preferred something a bit more invigorating, but tonight, it was perfect. A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I pondered this unexpected preference.

I turned my attention back to Romeo. He was undeniably handsome, kind, and possessed a certain quirky charm that set him apart from the countless other men I'd met through the matchmaking site. Most dates ended with me feeling bored, tired, and hungry, ready to move on. But Romeo was different.

We laughed, flirted, and indulged in playful hypotheticals, as if the world was ours to command.

Tonight, however, there was a subtle undercurrent of nervousness in his demeanor. Typically, I could easily read men's intentions and minds quite easily, but with Romeo, it was a different story. This enigmatic quality was part of his allure, part of what drew me to him.

As much as I enjoyed our time together, reality had a way of intruding, and I could feel my hunger growing.

"Do you realize this is our third date?" I asked, my voice low and warm, tinged with intentional seduction.

Chloe's suggestive question caught me off guard, eliciting a mix of laughter and a nervous choke. The age-old "three-date rule" had crossed my mind, but I hadn't anticipated reaching this point so soon, especially considering our limited physical intimacy. At this point we barely shared a greetings kiss. I had to play it cool.

"Oh, really? I hadn't noticed," I replied, my voice still a bit shaky from the surprise.

"I'd like to take things to the next level," Chloe said, her voice confident and smooth, a mischievous glint in her eye. "My daughter's with her dad this weekend."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" I asked, my voice calm and considerate, though my mind raced with anxiety. I was terrified that Chloe would discover my true identity, and escalating our relationship would make it impossible to hide.

"It'll be fun," she argued, "and it's a good way to test our long-term compatibility." She had a point. At some point, I would have to reveal the truth.

I reached across the table and took her hand. Her skin was cool, as it always was. "There's something you need to know about me..." I began, but before I could continue, Chloe placed a perfectly manicured finger on my lips, silencing me.

"Let's discuss this further at my place," I insisted, determined not to let Romeo derail my plans. Besides, I was famished.

"Okay," he agreed, his voice a bit deflated. I could sense that he was eager to unburden himself, but at that moment, it didn't seem entirely relevant.

We rose from the table, and I adjusted my black dress, the fabric clinging to my curves and accentuating my best features. Taking Romeo's warm, slightly clammy hand in mine, we strolled through the quiet streets, the conversation flowing easily. I pointed out landmarks along the way, weaving tales of the neighborhood's history as if I'd lived there for centuries.

I felt a pang of guilt about inventing a daughter, but given Romeo's apparent family-oriented nature, I believed it would strengthen our connection.

We soon arrived at my apartment building. As usual, I hadn't bothered to lock the front door. With a creak, the door swung open. I flicked on the light switch, illuminating the room.

"Make yourself at home," I said, gesturing towards the large leather couch. "I'll be right back." With that, I disappeared into the bathroom to freshen up.

I sink into the soft leather couch as Chloe disappears into the bathroom. The dimly lit room, draped in dark curtains, is illuminated by the flickering candlelight. The high ceilings, adorned with a sparkling chandelier, create an air of elegance.

A sense of anticipation and trepidation fills me as I await Chloe's return. I know that my secret will soon be exposed. The bathroom door swings open, and Chloe emerges, her wide smile revealing a transformation. She's clad in a revealing black negligee, her ample breasts tantalizingly displayed. My breath catches in my throat as I take in her stunning appearance.

Without a word, Chloe straddles my lap, her pale legs framing me on the couch. She effortlessly tears open my shirt, the buttons scattering across the floor. My bare chest is exposed to her gaze, eliciting an even wider smile. With practiced ease, she unfastens my pants, her fingers deft and confident. She leans in, her lips brushing against my neck, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shoots through my neck. Chloe's teeth have sunk into my flesh, her bite firm and unrelenting.

Romeo's skin yields easily to my fangs. This is the moment I've been anticipating. I press my breasts against his bare chest, revelling in the intoxicating frenzy of the feed. His blood gushes into my mouth, a sweet, delicate nectar that is both alien and exhilarating.

My eyes widen in surprise as the blood surges into my mouth. The venom I have injected through my bite is potent, capable of killing any ordinary man. Yet, Romeo remains conscious, his arms wrapped tightly around me.

I pull away from his neck, the crimson liquid dripping down his chest. My mouth and cleavage are stained with his blood.

"Who are you?" I demand, my voice filled with confusion. How is he still alive after such a lethal bite?

"Not who," he replies, his eyes burning with a hunger that mirrors my own. "What." He lowers the neckline of my negligee and begins to suckle on my exposed breast, the blood from my mouth dripping onto his hair.

A surge of desire courses through me as I grind my hips against his growing erection. My core pulses with anticipation, yearning for the release that only he can provide. I grind harder, inviting him to enter me.

My neck throbs with a strange, intoxicating pain. Chloe's venom courses through my veins, awakening every fiber of my being. I pull away from her breast, my suckle on her pink nipple broken.

A low groan escapes my lips as I feel her grind against my awakening member. I tilt my head, offering my neck to her. The sight of my blood, a testament to our shared hunger, is too much for her to resist. She sinks her teeth into my flesh, her guttural moan a symphony of primal desire.

Taking advantage of the moment, I free my member from its confines. The thick, dark limb emerges, seeking its way between her legs. Chloe pauses her feeding, her grinding now synchronized with her hunger.

The tip of my organ meets her entrance, slick with her sweet, salty juices. With a forceful thrust, I penetrate her depths, eliciting a primal groan from her.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" she exclaims, her face a mask of shock and arousal. Her nose and mouth are smeared with my blood, her eyes reflecting the euphoria that consumes her.

"I guess we both have our secrets," I smirk, my member plunging deeper into her seemingly with a mind of its own.

Chloe kisses me passionately, her tongue wrestling with mine. Her sharp fangs graze my tongue, a reminder of our shared, monstrous nature.

Romeo's thrusts are unlike anything I've ever experienced. How is he still alive I think to myself. I've never fed off anyone this completely.

I gaze down at our union, the sight both horrifying and exhilarating. I am not entirely sure what this thing is that is ramming into my depths but it is not human. It's smooth, dark, and impossibly powerful, capable of stretching me to my limits. The sensation is both addictive and overwhelming.

We've been lost in this trance for hours, our moans and cries echoing through the room. Romeo’s neck is a mosaic of bite marks, and my body feels spent.

"Fuck! It's almost dawn. I have to go," I gasp, suddenly aware of the time. Romeo looks up, an understanding dawning in his eyes.

A surge of pressure builds between my legs as Romeo intensifies his rhythm. I bite into his shoulder, a primal response to the overwhelming pleasure. He roars in response, a sound both animalistic and divine.

He cums inside me, a wave of thick white-hot pleasure washing into me. I gasp for breath, my body trembling with ecstasy. Romeo's roar echoes through the rooms of my home, a primal release.

We lay there for a moment. Holding each other trying to regain our collective breath and composure.

Then after another few minutes his member begins to withdraw, and he lifts me from the couch. I cling to him, my legs wrapped around his waist. As he carries me to the shower, I catch a glimpse of our reflection in the mirror. Our bodies are a canvas of blood and cum, a testament to our primal union. I stare in awe at the monstrous appendage that has claimed me, dangling as Romeo walks.

Romeo turns on the warm water in the shower as my shaky feet meet the floor, the stream washing over our bodies, turning the white shower tiles red. He gently cleanses me, his touch tender and caring.

"I'm yours, Romeo," I whisper, the words barely audible.

He continues to wash me, his voice soft. "And I'm yours, Chloe."

The words hang in the air, a promise for eternity.

(From the author: For M, you are my missing piece.)