Kaiia shows up expecting a calm afternoon wrapping Christmas presents for an elderly lady named Mildred, but when the door opens, she’s greeted by a strikingly sexy, gothic woman who introduces herself simply as the neighbor. She’s confident, dark, elegant, and nothing like the gentle old lady Kaiia imagined. Before Kaiia can figure out what’s going on, Ziva guides her to sit beside her on the couch. Ziva leans in close, speaking softly, her gaze locking onto Kaiia’s with a smooth intensity that makes Kaiia’s thoughts drift away until she’s quiet and pliable. Her body relaxes, her focus narrows, and she begins responding to Ziva’s voice without hesitation, following every command as if it’s the only thing she can hear. Ziva inhales deeply at Kaiia’s neck, savoring her scent like it’s a holiday treat she’s been waiting for. She lowers her mouth and sinks her fangs into Kaiia’s skin, feeding slow and indulgently. She moves from Kaiia’s throat to her inner thighs, then to the soft curve o
