Silent. Awkward. And as usual, a torture. Their second dinner could be summarized like that. Again. The Master said nothing more after that illustrious admission of his. Amanda remained smartly silent, acting as if she enjoyed the meal when in truth her stomach felt like it had just turned upside down. Who wouldn’t be when this kind of a man just revealed what he thinks about her? Amanda knew the purpose of this dinner was to be interrogated about what she witnessed during the time of the murder. She didn’t expect it would turn out a confession as well. It consequently placed her in a hot seat. Especially in addition to another predicament of hers: the Master’s uncovered eyes. During dinner, she felt like a mouse trapped in a cage. Why? Because the he kept on drilling a hole through her with his secretive star

Using his ability, Cord disappeared from the throne room and materialized to where he felt Amanda’s weakening presence. Liquid shadows first enveloped him, from the foot to the head, and it dispersed, the moment he touched the grassy ground. He scanned from side to side, trying to find any traces of the woman: her golden-brown locks maybe or just a silhouette of her body, but he found none. Seething in anger, he directed his focus on her heartbeat again. He found it somewhere near the vicinity, very faint and decreasing, but the exact location of it was a mystery to him. Where was she? The biter who had the audacity to attack her had already fled. Cord couldn’t feel his presence anymore. But he would have wanted for the biter to stay, just so that he could exact revenge and tear his neck apart. Aware that time was ticking, Cord continued to scan the area. His blindnes

Amanda and Cord had basically dueled for dominion earlier, trying to be the person to get on top the other. Skin contact was already established. She should have known then that he was different from other vampires, but only now, when Cord embraced her, their bodies pressed so close no gap were visible, that she noticed one pertinent detail about him. Contrary to popular belief, Cord actually felt warm. Warm. He was as warm as she was, and damn, it actually felt good. She hadn’t been embraced like this before. It was with so much passion that it weakened her anger. She couldn’t deny that it tugged a string in her heart, no matter how she trained it to be as dead as possible. She knew that vampires always, always weren’t supposed be trusted, but with the Vitalis Master, she wondered if she could make an exception. “Cord, you-you can let go of me now, ” Amanda stated, her ha

Amanda used all of her strength as Cord continued his onslaught. She tried pushing him away, his face the first target and then his chest with both a failure. He reigned over her. Cord chained her wrists with only one hand, pressed them in between their chests while the other grabbed her head to keep it from moving. He didn’t encounter any difficulty with these, unlike Amanda who was slowly losing hope. Mouth on mouth, she couldn’t clearly breathe enough to shout the word stop. A couple of letters managed to escape: “Co-” “Cor--” “--rd” But never his full name. How could such a kiss from an enemy feel like this? she thought. The wanton. The craze. The hotness of it. Her one-kiss experience with Matteo could never compare to it. Cord’s kiss was just so, so sweetly c

POV: Amanda I felt him tug the front zipper of my blouse. I didn’t stop him. Well, what for when I myself yearned for us to be one. Maybe it’ll be a wrong move in the end, but heck, I couldn’t care less of the consequences after. Aside from Cord’s presence making me feel complete, his touch and kisses were just too good to pass. Too delicious not to taste. Though I’m inexperienced with the desires of the body, yes, I knew that my body wanted him. Not any other man, but only him. I’m probably the craziest witch right now for allowing the master of vampires to bed me, but to hell be it. My decision was already cemented and threaded in every fiber of my being. Our status as enemies all but set aside. My blouse finally opened, showing the valley of my breasts quaking for him. My lacy brassiere had the color of black and yellow. I highly doubt he could see, but by the looks of the upward curve of his mouth, I knew then he w