Tatum_Whispers

"Who are you, Sebastian?"

"I think I can ask the same. Where did you come from, Anastasia?"

As soon as the last syllable escapes my lips, we find ourselves interlocked in a kiss. Knowing my full attention, I stop to ask, "Are you sure you want to do this, Anastasia?"

"The only thing I'm sure of is the way you are making me feel."

Unable to contain myself, I pull her into a fiery and passionate kiss. All my thoughts are obliterated. For the first time in over two hundred years, I am kissing a mortal woman. I can feel the hunger grow inside me, the pleasure building towards a peak. I pull her even tighter into my body. I can smell her arousal, and it only fuels me. The kiss is getting deeper and deeper with every breath that we take..........

For over two hundred years, the Vampire master, Sebastian Belmont, has been an intimidating presence, striking fear into the hearts of all who dare cross him. With an insatiable thirst for danger and supernatural power, he rules his empire with an iron fist, leaving a trail of bitter ex-lovers in his wake. But now, his path is about to cross with a young girl named Anastasia Santi, who, despite her strong will, always finds herself in need of rescue.

One fateful night, Sebastian takes things too far, setting himself on a new path towards a destiny that will lead him to confront all things that go bump in the night. But at the end of it all lies the ultimate sacrifice...He must give up his immortality...

Will he be willing to give up the one thing he values the most to achieve his legacy?

Craving Temptation: Love Of A Vampire

Sebastian and I are standing in the kitchen while Elloise is keeping an eye over Zachariah. I move towards him, slide my arms on his waist, and chuck my hands in his back pockets. He looks at me with a sweet smile on his face. He loves it when I touch him so intimately, as he calls it. Yes, there is the danger of someone dying, but we can, in the depths of deep darkness, still express our love for each other.

He slowly lowers his head and rests his lips softly against mine; from under his breath, he softly whispers, "I love you."

It brings butterflies to my stomach every time he says it, "And I love you even more than I did a moment ago."

"Well, that cannot even near to be possible, for a moment ago, it was me loving you more."

"Always the wise ass. Now, do you think that we shall be able to enjoy some quiet time after this ordeal?"

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