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Planting Seeds of Hope

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Darius

Unfortunately, Viola’s cries of pleasure are so loud that I have to stifle them with my hand. I know she wants William to hear, and I can feel his anger boiling within him as I force him to listen by the door. But at this point, this secret office won’t remain secret for very long if she continues like this.

When I finally take her away from here and we replace somewhere to call home, she’ll be free to be as loud as she wants.

I had hoped our first time wouldn’t involve William in the slightest, but Viola had other ideas, and I would do anything for her—not because I owe her my entire existence, but because I love her.

It’s the second time I’ve broken my promise never to feed off Viola. Now that she’s a Dhampir, I was curious to see if the Vampyre’s Kiss would give her the same pleasure as it does any other immortal—a bite from one Vampyre to another is the closest thing to an orgasm a Vampyre can experience—or so I’ve heard. Not being a Vampyre anymore, it’s a Dhampir’s Kiss now.

I also confirmed that Viola’s blood still contains her witch’s magic—a curious combination. Half witch, half Vampyre. Two very contradictory halves are now embodied in one fascinating woman. A witch’s nature is to nurture and heal others, to bring them peace, while a Vampyre’s nature is to hunt, feed, and sometimes even inflict pain in a sick, sadistic way to feel alive again.

It makes me very curious to see if Viola will develop any Vampyric talents of manipulation.

I don’t know how long I have her moaning, but my Viola was very clear about what she wanted, and I’m not about to disappoint her—she will never again question whether her desires are less important or worthy than mine.

As I watch her come down from her high and take in how absolutely gorgeous, vulnerable, and wild she is in this happily sated state, I know for a fact William never pleasured her like this—he took what he wanted and then went on about his business as usual. Fool.

Viola’s eyes lock with mine, and there’s a flash of predatory possessiveness within them before she grabs me by the neck and slams her mouth onto mine. The strength of her new body is impressive, and she guides me to sit on the desk as she climbs up on top of me. She makes quick work of my pants, and I can feel the slickness of her arousal against the tip of my cock.

For a moment, I panic. She should know the truth.

“Viola,” she looks a little surprised as I hold her in place, “you should know I’ve never done this before, not while alive, if that’s what I am now.”

Viola scans my eyes and smirks a little as she blushes, her gaze lowers as she nibbles her lip. “Well, if it helps, it’s my first time being the one on top like this.”

Her eyes lift to meet mine, and before I know it, Viola lowers herself down onto me, taking me in with one deliberate, determined move.

There are no words to describe how good she feels in any language I know.

I feel her in ways I’ve never felt anyone. Her touch felt magical when I was dead, but now, as a Dhampir, everything is heightened, and I almost lose grip of myself.

This woman, this miraculous creature, has not only seen fit to liberate me and give me new life but has also somehow seen me worthy of bestowing her love upon a monster like me—the greatest gift of all.

When Viola starts to move, I hold her close, wanting every bit of her bare flesh in contact with mine. The smolder in her eyes is all-consuming, and it’s impossible not to kiss her. I’m so lost in her that I can’t tell where I stop, and she begins.

Viola doesn’t take her eyes off me—she watches intently as she grinds slowly into me, almost as if to experience every bit of me she can. The wicked smirk that creeps onto her lips, revealing her sharp fangs, almost has me coming undone immediately. When her eyes slowly drift closed and her head tilts up, I can tell she’s enjoying herself. Good—I want her to get lost in me the same way I lose myself in her.

My entire body feels alive in ways I had forgotten were possible. Her touch amplifies the lust and desire already blazing through me, and when she grazes her fang along the skin on my neck, she sends a shiver through my entire body, pushing me over the edge.

I can’t take much more of this, and just when I thought the feeling couldn’t get any better, Viola surprises me by sinking her fangs into my shoulder.

The sensation of her convulsing around my cock as she bites me elicits a primal grumble from my beast deep within, and for a brief moment, I lose all control.

Just as the beast within me goes to bite her, my grip on William slips, and I have to stop myself from sinking my teeth into her. As much as I want her to feel pleasure, I can’t let go completely and focus on regaining some semblance of a grip on William.

“Ah, woman, you’re going to get us killed,” I can’t help but grumble before pulling her fangs out of me and crashing my lips onto her blood-stained mouth.

The taste of her mouth mixed with blood is almost enough to send me spiraling out of control a second time.

I lift her up and place her on the desk, gliding in and out of her.

Once we started, we couldn’t stop. We get lost in each other for hours, stuck in a cycle of blood-filled desire. Viola is determined to fuse our bodies with sheer force of will, as I was, and it didn’t take long at all for us to get experimental. We made love, we fucked, and everything in between—our bodies fueled by a desperate need to take advantage of what time we have together.

We could have been there all night if I hadn’t ended it.

I hold Viola as we lie on the floor of William’s office, her gaze fixed on me most wonderfully, her expression soft and full of bliss—we’re both too heavy to move, yet too thrilled to sleep.

Viola’s blood-tinted lips are a beautiful sight to behold. She did well for her first feeding—a little messy but didn’t spill. The proud smile I wear mirrors her sheer euphoria. She’ll make a fine beast.

“We can’t do this again, not until William is dealt with,” I remind her gently.

Viola nods softly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would be that intense, I just—”

I interrupt her with a kiss, brushing the tip of her nose with mine. “Never apologize for being a woman who knows what she wants. It’s what I love about you most.”

Viola watches me, her mind spinning a million miles an hour. “I haven’t said it yet—that I love you…”

Her eyes lock on mine, tears starting to form. “It’s not easy for me—”

“You don’t have to—”

“I love you, Darius. I will love you until the day I die, which I fear won’t be long enough,” she says, tears freely streaming from her stormy eyes.

Her words should have overwhelmed me with joy, but the worry in her eyes is too clear to ignore. “What makes you say that, darling one? Did you see something? A premonition?”

Viola shakes her head. “No, it’s just… we’re still here, in this place…”

“I understand,” I say, running my fingers through Viola’s silky hair. “Just leave everything to me, my love. I will take care of everything. I will take you, Elliott, and Sophie, away from here; somewhere we can start anew.”

“Can we go to Korea?” Viola asks. “I started reading about it. Would you show me your homeland?”

I kiss her forehead and leave my lips of her sea-flavored skin. “If that is where you wish to go, then that is where I will take you.”

I haven’t been home in many years—what family I might have left no doubt believes I’ve met true death by now.

I hold Viola closer, hoping that if I were to return to my homeland, I’d replace my family alive and well.

“I will take you to see the cherry blossoms. They do not compare to your beauty, but I suspect nothing ever will. Imagine trees completely covered in delicate pink flowers, petals falling all around. Standing under them in a red silk dress and parasol, you look so beautiful eating hodu-gwaja,” I daydream aloud.

Viola giggles. “Red is very daring; I would very much like to be daring. But what am I eating?”

“Hodu-gwaja? They’re small balls of cake that resemble little walnuts.”

Viola closes her eyes and moans. “Mm, that sounds delicious.”

“Elliott is lobbing them at the fish in the hopes of feeding them,” I add, sending Viola’s glorious laughter ringing into the air.

“Poor little fish,” she sighs. “Will you grow your hair long?”

I smirk. “If that is how you like it?”

Visa nods. “Mm, you look beautiful.”

“Then I will grow it,” I say, nuzzling the top of her head.

I can sense my little fantasy taking hold—Viola’s mind clears of fear, and I successfully plant seeds of hope within her.

I’ll do everything in my power to ensure these seeds bear fruit and take her to see the cherry blossoms. If I can focus on that vision of Viola smiling under the sun in that red silk dress while Elliott hurls hodu-gwaja at the fish, it’ll be all the motivation I need to endure this legal ordeal keeping us anchored here.

Viola falls asleep in my arms, her face peacefully smiling with satisfaction. I carry her to her room, and we leave William’s office that night, knowing no more about Dhampirs than when we arrived.