บททั้งหมดของ The Devil's Kiss: Craving The Vampire Dark Lord : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

(Joachim's pov) When Yvette left for her suite, her scent stayed behind. Sweet. Heaven. A trap. I liked her close. Too close. Valerius warned me about this — first contact with a human always left a hunger. I will get over this stupid feeling soon. I lied to myself. The penthouse felt too bright, too full of her fragile, human life. My chest ached with a strange pull. I remembered the flowers I'd given her days ago. I couldn't even recall their name, only her gratitude. It brought back memories of a sun I had long since forgotten. And it had a cage-like feeling. I started to feel restless, a primal need for speed and darkness. My haven of control, the penthouse felt all of a sudden, too tiny, too bright and too full of her painfully fragile and wonderfully human life. It was time for me to leave. I had to take a breath of night. I had to remind myself that I was a predator, not just the man she was starting to see. Using the elevator, I descended from the penthouse to the privat

Yvette's pov I was chasing my thoughts and feeling helpless with each one that struck my mind. I was awake at three in the morning, gazing at the strange patterns the moonlight created on my magnificent room's ceiling. I had a jumbled mess of thoughts. Thoughts that won't leave me alone.It kept playing back the scene from the previous day when everything in my world had completely changed. His smile. The aloof haughty smile I was accustomed to wasn't there. His entire face had changed with a genuine tentative tiny smile that gave me a glimpse of a man I had never met. He had bought those flowers, stargazer lilies which I had kept in my room and now I was staring at them.There was a persistent, dizzying puzzle in my mind. It was how one man could be both a cold, cunning creature who had years of loneliness and despair in his eyes and was still the same man who remembered my mother's favorite flower and had a heart-breaking faint smile. He was just hard to understand and it would

Yvette's pov The penthouse. His penthouse. His god-damned penthouse, I shut my eyes, the early morning sun hitting my face as memories of last night came flooding back. I groaned and the images of his sexy lips and dark eyes filled my head. His eyes held somethings hot.Not anger though. It was something much more dangerous: a fleeting recognition of the conflict that was going on between us. “Not today, please.” I groaned.However, my treacherous brain ignored it. Every moment was replayed in agonizing detail like a movie on repeat. His blue eyes, it was the eyes that held me in place like a statue , the way he stared at me like I was a temptation, something forbidden he shouldn't touch.The man who owned it was perfectly reflected in everything, whether it was black white or grey. Days earlier, he had left me lilies which provided the only burst of color. I should have sent them back to him.Rather li

It was as if I had just fled a combat zone with well-placed compliments and courteous smiles used in place of bullets.“Remind me never to agree to a breakfast charity again,” I muttered as my fingers struggled with my emerald silk dress’s absurdly tight collar. The outfit felt more like a finely tailored straitjacket after three hours of playing the adoring girlfriend even though it had looked gorgeous in the boutique. “Remind me never to attend one with you again,” Joachim said behind me. The fact that he had just spent those three hours feigning intense love for the benefit of New York’s elite was not particularly hinted at by the low languid current of his voice. I was about to say something wicked to him when the memory of the previous hours came into my head.The grounding weight of his possessive hand which had been there since we got out of the car was still resting on the small of my back. Nothing more than a c

Joachim's POVI fixed my cufflinks in the hallway mirror, the sterling silver reflecting the morning light that was pouring through the windows in the penthouse. Behind me, I heard Yvette bustling through the kitchen — her mind a jumbled orchestra of coffee, coffee, need coffee and why is he psychotically organizing coffee mugs by size?I grinned. A little.“Looking for something, darling?” I shouted without turning around.A door banged shut. "Your OCD-ass mug collection is about to meet my fist.""Violence before caffeine.”She was standing in the doorway, her hair in a messy bun, in one of my dress shirts that had buttons down the front and hummed perfectly against my mid-thigh. My dress shirt. The sight of her did a regrettable thing to my chest that I immediately turned away from.But I wondered where she had seen it but I said nothing."Do you know what else is on-brand?" She wagged a finger at me. "You drink my oat milk. Again."“I don’t drink milk, Yvette. I don’t drink anyth