My Vampire Husband Is Trapped In Hell Novels & Stories

he asks with a slightly raised brow. I smirk, feeling happy he finally asks, “I’m Keenan Hilton, her husband and-” my words shorten when I’m pulled back in by a pair of soft hands and smiling to the gentleman before me, I mouth, “give me a moment” before purposely slamming the door to his face. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” Vary whisper-yell at me once I turn to her. I roll my eyes, “Getting to meet your new boyfriend. What does it look like?”

But, she simply moaned a few times as she licked my wounds and then left the room. They’d taken both Roman and Evan’s body. Although I was happy to see Roman gone, I was livid that they’d taken my husband from me. I quickly dressed and made my way downstairs. I found the two male vampires and the proprietor deep in conversations in the main sitting room. I placed my hands on my hips and fortified my lungs with air. “I want my husband back. Where is he?” The proprietor looked aghast as he said, “We can’t report this. He’s not human. Vampire deaths are dealt with differently.”

I asked while crying, “What’s happening?” “There’s a Vampire outside.” “V-Vampire?!” My eyes widened and opened the door, and saw that a vampire was coming towards us. I stepped back and Arthur dragged me inside the room while Connor and his men tried to kill the vampire outside. “Is this for real? Is that a vampire?! Oh my god, am I losing my mind like yours?!” I asked my husband, Arthur. Arthur put me in his arms, “No, you are not insane. They’re real!”

"James, I love you. I just loved you too much—" I stepped back. I didn't let her touch me. "People like you don't get to use that word." The Council came quickly. Attempted murder of a registered noble's partner. Attempted murder of an unborn heir. Falsifying a death to deceive a noble house. Use of a banned compound to interfere with vampire bloodline senses. Any one of those would have been enough. She was screaming my name when they took her away. I didn't turn around. I just stood there, and what kept playing in my head was Elena on the floor of that shed, her hand over her stomach.

Her lips were hot on his throat as the last feeble pulses of his life flowed into her. Who destroyed my wife. What vampire turned her? Damien sank down into undeath. Damien's corpse slumped in the hot tub style bathtub, his vampiress wife and murder still straddled him, convulsing in orgasm as she sucked the last drops of his blood from his neck. Scarlet spread through the steaming water.

To offer up pieces of yourself, one by one, until there’s nothing left but a breath caught on their name and the ache of something you'll never get back. Even those who escape carry the taste of them. Nights become longer. No touch feels quite right again. They ruin you without ever breaking the skin. Because the truth no one ever writes down is this—vampires don’t steal your soul. They make you want to hand it over. The passage I read off a dusty book from the library returns to my mind at the most inappropriate moment. But I recover, blaming the pacing of my heart on the Burn. “Valen… Welcome to Thornhall. My husband and I are very pleased to host you.”

But he carried me through the club like he paid the rent on my body. “Put me down, you egoistic bastard!” He didn’t. Not until we were outside, in the alley outside the hotel, moonlight sharp on the streets of New York. He pinned me to a wall, one arm by my head. “How dare you?” I raged. “Let me reintroduce myself Wife,” he murmured against my ear, voice low and sinful. “I’m Damian Salvatore. Your husband. I own you in every way.” His fingers tangled in my hair while his other hand slid down to grip my throat, tight enough to freeze me, not with fear, but shock.

A century ago, the great war between vampires and humans left both sides devastated. They had maintained an uneasy truce ever since. No vampire dared to openly kill a human. Until my body was found in an abandoned cellar at the edge of the Blood Court's domain. A patrol guard discovered me and immediately sent word to the Enforcer's Hall. A human woman, tortured to death, dumped right inside vampire territory. My husband Damien rushed over from the Elder Sanctum, where he had been accompanying his ex-girlfriend Vivienne for her Blood Withering treatment.

I was starting to get desperate with our lips devouring each other and our bodies rubbing together, I wanted more. "Damon, more please," I pleaded making him look at me and as if something clicked in his mind, he quickly retreated from me. "Fuck, what have I done?" he whispered while running his hand through his hair in frustration. He gave me one last look and used his vampiristic speed to leave my bedroom. I was left on the bed confused and flustered. What was his problem? Every single time we would get a little intimate he would always pull some shit like that. At least Ryan seemed like the guy who knew what he wanted.

After licking the tip of Damon's dick with her tongue, Clary made the decision to suck her husband's dick. "Come on, love, move, but don't bite my dick; if you dare, then I will not be going to satisfy you." Damon said, and he slowly moved his hips upward, thrusting into Clary's mouth. She sobbed uncontrollably as Damon's dick entered her throat, her eyes welling with tears as she fought against choking. It's been long since she sucked on her husband's dick. Minutes later, she got a hang of it and was able to move with Wang Damon's thrusts. Clary swallowed every little bit of his husband's, and some were on her lips.