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Dhampir's Kiss

Viola

Night falls, and once the entire house is asleep, I slip into William’s secret office to search for any mention of the word “Dhampir.”

Darius assures me he had gone through almost everything in search of documents, but he didn’t read the books. He insists on coming with me to make sure I stay out of trouble. I’m unsure what he means, but he seems to believe I attract trouble.

As I flip through the pages of the first book I pick up, I’m amazed at how quickly my eyes process the words on each page. At this speed, I could read every book under the sun in no time.

There’s so much I’d like to try with this new body that I can hardly wait to be free of Lady Viola Spencer and be whoever I want to be, which right now is just Viola, the Dhampir, whatever that might mean. I pause while flipping through the book when it dawns on me that I will finally be able to have the life I always dreamed of and see the world.

“What’s that smile?” Darius asks as he snakes his hands around my waist.

He brushes the hair off the back of my neck and places a tender kiss on it, sending a flurry through my stomach.

This is the first time we’ve been alone like this, and the idea that we might do more than just kiss makes me so nervous that my entire mind is wiped clean of all my thoughts.

“I suddenly don’t seem to remember…anything,” I manage to get out.

Darius grumbles and sets me on fire as he kisses my neck again.

“You need to stop that, or I’ll never be able to get through all these books,” I turn the page, trying to focus.

“We can learn about being Dhampirs as we go along,” he growls.

His fingers grip my hips, and I feel his manhood through my thin nightgown and robe.

“Darius…”

“Mm?” His fingers gently guide me to look up at him, and his mouth devours mine from behind.

I won’t survive how my body reacts to him without receiving satisfaction. All this build-up and no release will drive me insane if I let him keep this up.

Reluctantly, I pry my wanting lips from his.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish,” I barely manage to get the word out.

Darius watches me intently as I turn to face him, his eyes sparkling with a combination of mischief and predatory desire that challenges my resolve.

I place my finger on Darius’ chest, and he allows me to push him back with his hands raised in the air. Those killer fangs do nothing to make this easier, and I feel myself tonguing mine at the sight of his.

“If you don’t want to make love to me in this house, then back off because it seems to me that it doesn’t matter what I want,” I tease.

Darius narrows his eyes at me, clearly not liking what he’s hearing. He slips his hand onto my neck, and when he speaks, his voice is raw and vulnerable—he doesn’t hide his feelings for me, and I become bolder, knowing without a doubt he wants me as much as I want him.

“And what is it that you want, little mouse?”

I smirk. Let’s put the self-discipline of this fierce warrior to the test.

I slide my finger between the buttons of his shirt and inch myself a bit closer to him. No pouting. No whining—I want what I want, and I want it now.

“I want you to make love to me,” I drift in a little closer, undoing one of the buttons on his shirt, “on William’s desk.”

I undo another button and place my hand on his now warm, solid, muscular body.

“I want you to pleasure me in ways he never could or would,” as Darius comes to kiss me, I place my finger across his lips. “I’m not finished.”

Darius smirks under my fingertip. “You have my full attention.”

I tug his shirt ever so gently, and he drifts in closer, his nose an inch from mine, his eyes locked onto my lips, giving away his desires.

“Darius, I want him to hear every moan you extract from me,” I add.

His eyes dart to meet mine, and his brows slowly raise with curiosity. The way his jaw flexes makes me think he’s about to say no, but an amused smirk slowly spreads across Darius’s lips, saying more than words ever could.

His gaze does inexplicable things to my insides, and when I feel his hands slowly untying the sash of my robe, my already racing heart skips a beat. His eyes follow his fingers as they delicately trace my shoulder, pushing my robe off. It drops to the floor, our eyes lock again, and suddenly, the room feels much hotter than it really is.

“Was there anything else, my darling?” He asks, his voice so deep and raw, his control over himself impressive, helping to build the anticipation.

Darius watches me, waiting—the sexual energy he exudes is all but ready to be unleashed with one word from me.

Somehow, I manage to shake my head a little, almost fearing what might come next. Darius doesn’t waste another second.

His body presses against mine, my lips parting eagerly as his tongue explores me deeper than ever before. Effortlessly, Darius lifts me up, his hands firmly gripping my ass as my legs wrap around his waist.

Darius places me on William’s desk. I know William is in the next room, the same room where Darius was once imprisoned, and with his control over William, he’ll allow him to hear the woman he once thought he owned being pleasured by the one being he detests the most—the being I love the most.

Darius tightens his grip on my hair, gently guiding my head back to expose my neck. For a moment, I anticipate him sinking his fangs into me. The memory of his bite only adds to my arousal, my body craving him so desperately it’s borderline embarrassing.

Darius can apparently read my thoughts because he presses his cock against my aching core as he allows his fangs to graze along my skin ever so lightly.

My hand reaches out to touch him through the fabric of his pants, evoking a low growl deep within his chest. My fingers work to undo Darius’s belt, and when he removes his shirt, I see just how perfect he is. His hands make light work of my nightgown, slipping the already low neckline lower, exposing my breasts to the crisp, cool air.

Darius glides his hands up my thighs and under my gown—his fingers slip into me easily. Darius growls with a proud satisfaction as he sucks on his fingers.

My eyes focus on his elongated fangs as he pulls me closer to him on the desk. Finally.

When he pulls away, a pang of disappointment ripples through me only to have his lips suddenly meet my core.

“Darius!” I shriek with embarrassment.

Darius chuckles delightfully between my legs, holding them firmly apart as my body tries to bring my knees together.

Darius pauses, gently takes my hands from his head, where I try to lift him off, and places them beside my head. “You wanted me to pleasure you; now let me pleasure you.”

His smile is so disarming that I nod and stop resisting. He places a delicate kiss on my lips before he trails down my next and takes my breast into his mouth.

When a moan escapes me, Darius slips his fingers into me again, eliciting another. He allows his fang to graze my nipple, sending goosebumps all over before his lips move to meet my core once again.

Darius does things to me with his lips, his tongue, and fingers alike—things I could never have imagined that turn my body into jelly.

The release comes quickly, and as I convulse around his fingers, I feel Darius’ fangs graze my inner thigh, adding a whole new level of pleasure I had never thought possible.

I slip my hand onto his head and push, urging him to do it, to bite me.

Darius sinks his fangs into my flesh, and I lose any sense of coherent function.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before and a high I can’t even begin to describe. My skin is set alight, I feel everything to such an extreme I thought I was going to die—an in-human pleasure heightened by my now superior senses.

I see galaxies—time and space do not exist, and my body insists that the whole world needs to know just how incredible this feels.