SapphirePeter

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

Kamaz wished he could predict her thoughts. He wished he could get into her head and see everything she was thinking. 


He knew Zeda was brave, but not so brazen. She would never try to outrightly initiate a sexual interaction and the timing was also something to consider. 


Taking her away from the lair, not listening to her when he had brought her to the mansion, ruining her plans to escape him. She was not even considering how her magnum would be affected if everything went as she was suggesting. 


But this information was gathering at an invisible part of his brain, and it seemed it would only be revealed when he was no longer around her. 


For now, he looked down at her as her eyes trained on him. The lather in the tub was doing a mildly good job of hiding the private parts of her, but it still didn’t stop the desire that he could see in her eyes. 


IN A BATH TUB