Lord Ragnar Kamazotz is a vampire and the first ever of his kind.
The beast in him only recognizes the tune of one lady…his Zeda. 
In his earliest years, she was the only person that could calm him down or get him close to sanity with the help of her instrument.

All that stopped when she was gruesomely murdered by the greedy members of the royal family. He slayed everyone involved but he was never himself again. 
He survived by relying on The Prophecy that promised her coming back.
Seven centuries later, he meets her again and his world is at peace until scenes from the ancient days rise up in this present one, threatening to kill her…again!

People called her his poison but he called her ‘his Antidote”.
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“I remember…I remember you now my love” Zelda said as more tears fell from her eyes as she looked at the man who had suffered through centuries seeking her return.
Kamaz was tongue tied…overwhelmed and his heart rate was faster than normal.
She remembers…

“I missed you so much Zeda” Kamaz said and Zeda lifted her hand to his face and he leaned into her small hand.
“I missed you badl..” Kamaz wanted to continue but the rest of his words were buried in Zeda’s mouth.
She had stood on her toes and slid her hands around his neck, dragging him to her level and placing her lips on his.
Kamaz was stunned but not for long…
He lifted her petite frame from her thighs and wrapped her around his waist for their heads to be at the same level and tears fell off their eyes as they kissed - pouring all of them into that soul uniting and heart joining kiss.
She moved herself impossibly closer to him, making him second guess his decision of taking things slowly with her.

“Quinzi toman,” Kamazotz groaned as their scents tangled.

The Vampire King's Only Antidote

The meet of our lips had not been intended but it happened. 


As the softness and fullness of her lips fell on mine, I saw the surprise in her eyes. 


She wanted to place a kiss on my cheek and due to timely - untimely circumstance, our lips had met. 


“I'm sor…” She started, but I knew I wanted to feel her lips on mine again, so I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer to me. 


With my fingers tilting her jaw upwards, I kissed her…I kissed Zelda Elsher. 


Her lips opened up to me like a beautiful flower, and I took it in mine, appreciating every line, turn, and curve that designed the perfect lips that were hers. 


The rush of her breath into my mouth sank within me and I could feel her body relax under my hold. Her hand was formerly by the side of my face, wrapped around my neck, and her other hand joined. 


SUPPRESSED NEED