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“This place is beautiful…and large. How many people live here?”
She was curious, and I tried to talk myself out of the desire to fuck her, to pierce her with my fangs and find out what she tasted like. From the way that she smelled—flowers sprinkled with cinnamon—I’d wager she tasted sweet. I could feed until I was drunk on blood and adrenaline, after satiating myself inside every warm crevice within her. I swallowed hard, fighting with myself to keep the promise I’d made. Purity over desire, it was best this way.
“Ah, here we are. You do not need to worry, no one beyond our clergy men and sometimes students of the church reside within these walls. Please, make yourself at home and stay as long as you need.”
I unlocked the old door of the familiar castle that my family had for centuries, opening it wide for her and stepping back against the wall.
Her breath came heavy and fast, but she did not move to the inside of the room. Rather, she stood in front of me with her gaze locked on me, so sweet, so right that it could bring any holy man to his knees. Her face straight from a painting of the Heavens.
She was on me in an instant before I could collect anymore responsible thoughts. Sometimes our bodies knew better what we needed than even our minds.
Her eyes were filled with black, leaving no irises to be seen. I steeled myself against the opposite wall, observing the vibrations that emanated from her glowing body.
“I am Lilith, The Dark Mother.”
Her tongue stroked my lower lip the way a serpent would—slow, rhythmic, zig zags. I’d done well at controlling the inner monster that threatened to show itself daily. It was easy to fight these urges when I was alone day in and day out, with nothing to occupy me but books and papers.
This was an entirely uncharted terrain. But a mistake, and something I chastised myself over, ever since.
I didn’t even try to resist her; I knew exactly what I was…who I was. I was Domenico DeLesepps, one among the three second generation of vampires to ever walk the earth.
I grabbed her by the waist, crushing her body into mine and moving my hands down to her ass as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders.
The feel of her body pressed against mine was a blessing, her sweat an anointing drip of Holy water to cool the fires of sin. A false sense of warmth and greed flooded my body, while I kissed her as if this was my last day in this castle.
“And I’m an ancient being who thirsts for the very blood that is smeared on your skin.”
I hoisted her legs up around my waist with ease and we kissed, as I quickly led her through the doorway and into the chamber.
The powerful vibration that coursed through her body made me feel alive, the beating heart that I lacked, pumped from her to me.
A vision of Melody, her soft skin and blonde hair bouncing around her, gave me a small sting of guilt. The youngling vampire was new to this life, and it was my responsibility to teach her our way of survival—just how delicate human life was. I didn’t need another distraction from tending to her, responsibility nagging at the edges of my mind.
I never missed being alive until I was fucking, and that was when the nostalgia of having real feelings and emotions would call to me.
And here I was, in the throes of passion with a stranger—no, a Goddess.
This was the only way, to ensure the discretion of others when it comes to our family name. We are Princes, and we must make sure it stays that way. No one can know our secret, or we will be forced out…as monsters. We must never disgrace the family name.
“Kiss me,holy man.”
I smiled down over her, knowing a man of Christ would never commit such acts, but I did. I craved it, loved it. Sex, power, the rush I would get of committing such a blasphemous act, even after all these years. While my other brothers followed closely to the line of guise in holiness, I did not.
I loved doing all the things I was not supposed to do.
I needed it to be able to continue.
And isn’t that only natural for a vampire? A being born out of darkness.
I was warned to keep a close eye on my kills and indiscretions, and I did. I was never sloppy.
The how wasn’t as important as the why, but I couldn’t think about that now. Not while this walking Goddess sucked on my neck the way I wanted to do to hers.
She was not the type of woman to shy away from desires, a rare find, and exactly what I’d looked for to curb the hunger of my raw, primal need.
This is wrong, and you should fight this.
The voice in my head wasn’t my own, but my brother, Dante.
