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

I find myself being dragged by the collar by Edward as he lifts me from the floor. Never once would have I ever imagined that a brother would have launched himself at me the way that ever did. If it were not for him that had me to the floor from the start, I would have frankly fallen off the chair myself at his rather surprisingly outburst and furious rage.

He has now shown me and my beloved disrespect, and therefore he shall pay.

And pay he shall. At his attempt to pull me from the floor, I grab him by his shirt with so much force that it rips from his body, the buttons pop off one by one and drop like little peas to the floor. He immediately spins around and rids himself from his now shredded jacket as I drag my claws through them. He is now from mid to top bare in front of Lilith and me; she has sent the poor boy Stefan to Anastasia. It shall only be a matter of time, and she shall come to see what the commotion is about.

A Game Of Dance