Bride Of The Vampires
“Let me go!”
He laughed, crimson bleeding into his irises and his fangs glinting with delight. Wrapping her legs around himself he cupped her behind that peeked from under the shorts she had on, licking at her ear, purring.
“Did you like my presents?”
Nyx scowled, pushing hard at his chest, hating the way her breath hitched in her throat from his touch, hating the little gasps that left her lips from the tingles she felt when his hands continued to graze her skin.
“The flimsy clothes or the fact that you just turned me a feeder?”
“Both. I thought you'd appreciate my gifts.”
“Give me the antidote,”
Draven cocked a brow, almost laughing at her pinced expression. Slowly bringing his f
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