Author_Dunni

At day, he is the respectful, charming and simple Duke of Belmont. At night, he is a ruthless and deadly vampire, a threat to the society.


And, pretty but, naive Ember Hall, had managed to capture his heart. However, she was unaware of the doom that accompanied capturing the heart of the Duke Dallas. For all she knew, he was the charming, respectful Duke. 

But, oh how was she so wrong! 

He was the total opposite of everything he feigned to be.  

Dallas is danger. He breathes danger. Speaks danger. Every word from his lips is a promise of danger. 

And, when the weary sun retires into the depth of the sky at night, immediately replaced by the bright moon, Dallas eyes blares a daring red, his teeth grows it fangs and ruthlessly, he devours like a starving predator. And, he won't stop until he is soaked in blood.

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And, dead in the eyes, he looked at me.

“Yes, I'm the devil. I thirst for blood and no matter how much you run, I will always find you. You can't escape me, Ember. I'm yours, forever. Till death do us path.”

He whispered, brushing a kiss on her quivering lips.

The Charming Duke Is A Ruthless Vampire At Night

In a move, the Duke gathered Ember's jaw into his hand and crashed their lips.

The kiss was nothing like what they had done earlier. This was tougher. It's more intense. More biting. More sucking. More pulling. More nibbling.

Dallas threw her jaw open, inviting his tongue into her mouth.

After searching every nook and cranny of her mouth with his tongue, he caught her tongue between his lips and sucked at it.

Ember moaned into his mouth, pressing herself into him.

Dallas slid his hand under her dress, instantly reaching for her bottom and cupping it in his palm.

Dallas began kneading her butt, pushing her into him until she felt his bulge brush her belly button.

He suddenly broke the kiss, bringing his lips to kiss her bosom against her corset.

"Do you want me to suck your nipple?"

Dallas smirked and pulled away, walking towards the floor-to-ceiling window and closing the curtains.

Suddenly, the room, which had been brightly lit seconds earlier, became dim. Just like the other room.

But, this was dimmer than the previous room as the window closely faced the brick walls of a corner in Belmont.

"I don't do well with corsets. You don't want to see me embarrassing myself with undoing a corset poorly."

There was an amusement in his voice as he walked back to her.

"Now, what do you say? Do your nipples ache for a twirl of my tongue?"

The Duke finished for her, undoing her corset.

It was fast. He might as well be fooling around when he said he did it poorly because before she knew it, her corset was off, her bodice was off, and she was bare before the Duke, from her chest to her belly button. Only the rest of her dress remained.

"I meant," the Duke started, cupping her bare bosom in his hand. Ember let out a gasp. "Can I put my mouth on these?"

"Yes," Ember choked out. "You can—"

Before she let the rest of the words slip through her lips, Dallas had captured one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking softly.

She moaned aloud, throwing her head back. Dallas continued his assault on her nipple, licking, sucking, and twirling his tongue on it.

And, he moved to the next one, repeating the same.

Ember had her head thrown back all the while, holding onto his shoulder as she pressed into him, begging him for more.

She murmured on the Duke's last suck on her nipples.

He pulled away to pull off his overcoat.

Ember asked in interest as she watched the Duke cast away his coat, continuing onto his shirt.

"Yes," the Duke responded as he tore his shirt off his body and went for the belt of his breeches, watching her with a lustfully darkened gaze and a devilish smile. "Stroke my length."

The Duke pulled out of breeches, now standing bare as well before Ember. He takes her hand and places it gently on his member.

Ember's heart thundered against her chest as she felt him huge and hard against her palm. She strokes regardless, moving slowly up and down his length.

"It-it's huge." she breathed, watching the lips of the Duke part slightly as a soft moan escaped them.

He demanded, and she increased her pace, moving a little speedily. The Duke let out a loud moan.

Ember suddenly asked, halting her stroke.

"I will be gentle. I swear it to you."

Compromised Pleasure