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

It has been yet another eventful day for the Belmont trio. Yes, I am referring to out Hunter as being part of the Belmont House. The only thing left to do is invite the boy to stay, and that shall not even happen over my dead body.

The Windchaser boys have stayed behind to see that all those godawful creatures have been exterminated and they shall then carry on with every other creature that needs to be killed. I do honestly say that I do not wish to have their life, but I am also confidently saying that ours are becoming very much the same.

What else is going over my dead body, is my beloved. I very much got the cold shoulder the entire flight home and are furiously trying to convince her to hear me out for only but a few minutes. But to no avail. My heart shall be rip from my chest even though it finds itself dead. She is however at least allowing me in our room.

Looking For Forgiveness