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Bride of the Vampire King

She was a human despised by her family but was strongly desired by the vampire king. Evelyn Starkins, a human born in a vampire family and was chosen to be the sacrificial lamb offered to the Vampires. Her fate took a new turn when the King realized she was the one he was seeking. He couldn't resist her. ........... "Do you think you can run away from me?" Eve heard his deep voice whisper in her ears which made her knees weaken. "I can if you let me," she said hoping he would free her. "And you think I will?" He brushed the tip of his nose lightly along the sides of her neck, causing her breath to hitch. He pulled away to stare at her flushed face. "Breathe my charm." "Breathe while you still can," he growled, his hot breath tickling her ears. "You tried to run away, and now you will get punished." He pressed his lips to her neck, leaving trails of fiery kisses along her skin. "I'm going to make you regret every step you took," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll punish you so hard that you'll beg.. but for more." His fingers grazed her skin, sending shivers down her spine as she fought to control her breathing. She knew she should be scared, but the way he was he took control of her body, the way his touch ignited a fire within her, made her shamelessly excited for his punishment.. ....... Note: cover is not mine

Aee_sharh20 · Fantasi
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133 Chs

Fishing out the intruders - Part one

His words were spoken in a smoky voice that made Eve's face burn. She dropped the box on the table and picked up the garter to feel the soft lace. In the center of the garter was delicate embroidery with sequins and a ribbon placed at the elastic band. It was a bold, feminine garment that had an alluring charm and it made Eve blush even more that Sebastian had gifted her this.

Without meeting his gaze, she said, "I-I don't know how it is worn." It could have been the most embarrassing thing a woman could say, but Eve didn't have the leisure of dressing in a truly feminine sense, and having no idea about the garter or how it was worn was justified. Sebastian was more than pleased that she didn't.

He raised his hand to her, and she gingerly dropped the lacy garment in his hand. "It's easy," he said, looking down at his palm. "You should sit on the bed, or would you prefer to stand?" He asked.