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"Come to me."
His voice echoes in the walls of your mind, taking your attention away on the scene before you. You shut your eyes, a pain echoed through your body as if the roots he had planted were writhing for him. The very thought of him brought about feelings you tried to keep down, you couldn’t and you wouldn’t.
He was the Devil, and you knew that all too well.
His voice echoes in your mind on the ride home, your heart beating quickly in your chest at the very thought of him. The way his lips burned so deliciously against your skin once before, the way his fingers felt between your legs -
“Come to me.”
It was no ask, it was a demand and you wanted to resist - no, you had to. What you wanted, was to give in completely.
You couldn’t focus, he would not let you. Not even as your ever so caring husband had spoke about the deceased to you, you didn’t hear a single word.
“Come to me.”
His voice haunted your waking thoughts as you now found yourself in your shared bedroom. Your husband sleeping soundly next to you, you couldn’t take this no longer.
Soul be damned, you longed for the vampire again.
You left in a frantic hurry, trying not to wake your husband and not trying to arouse too much suspicion. The staff had already tucked in for the night, but you had a few nosey maids that were particularly interested in your private time when you weren’t being the lady of the house.
Down the hall you went, his voice still echoing in your head as you felt yourself become more and more consumed by the thought of that fateful night -
The way his lips melded with yours, how soft those silk sheets felt against your skin and how good he felt -
You craved him , the darkness surrounding him. He brought life to your boring existence, that was for sure.
Soon barefoot running through the grass in nothing but the nightgown you dressed in, your heart racing - the roots he had planted within you were twisting in your chest.
You craved him, you absolutely craved him like he was the only thing that ever mattered to you.
In the pale moonlight he looked like an Angel, the way the light shines on his snow-white hair. Shirt unbuttoned, he had been looking for you. The two of you, in a sudden silence - everything you've been taught, yelled for you to turn the other way, back to your bed, back to the man you married.
But here he was, the one who captured your heart.
You didn't want to ignore it anymore.
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Whoever had told you that sex wasn't meant to be enjoyable, was a goddamn liar.
Because all it ever was with Leon was enjoyable; if anything, closer to God than a priest could ever convince you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands keeping your wrists pinned above your head as he fucked you.
His name came tumbling from your lips like prayer, and in this moment - he'd be the only god you'd be on your knees for.
And that's something you have done.
"Keep saying my name, love," He whispered, his voice like the sweetest honey, "it's all I want to hear."
And you were happy to comply, the way he felt inside of you - it was like Aphrodite herself had carved him out of the finest marble and for you - to turn around and settle for the man that would take you.
When a creature such as Leon existed and sought you out, to take you like this - to fuck you so openly so that the stars themselves would know that you belonged to him, and only him.
That God himself would even know.
He held you close this time, your lips crashing against his - drunk off his lips like you were drinking sweet cherry wine, you moved in time with his thrusts, feeling his cock reach impossibly deeper inside you. At times, as you wrapped your arms around his neck while you moved, your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
It all felt way too good to be true -
You welcomed his razor sharp kiss your neck, the euphoria of his venom amplified the feeling of him inside you. Drinking his fill, gripping the back of your head to taste more of you.
His little angel, he thought to himself, only his to take like this.
Out of all the women that threw themselves at him, you stood out solely because, the sadness in your eyes was something that reminded him of himself.
And he wanted to take that away, to trade this life for that of a dark gift.
"Ohoh, Leon!" You moaned out, feeling his fingers rub your clit, your hips moving frantic with the friction.
He pulled away, your head swimming in euphoria and lightheadedness of the blood being taken. It was like the first time, when he took that first little drink - the way your body felt like it transcended through several different planes, that you knew - you wanted him and only him.
Just a little bit more - that's all you needed.
Heaven never looked so prettier when you looked in Leon's eyes, as your orgasm washed over you, Leon went to drink again - before having you on your back against the grass.
The pain was nonexistent, especially as you took the chance to have a drink of your own.
You wanted the gift he had to offer.
As he came to reach his own euphoria, you could hear the sound of a drum, beating so loudly before you realized it was the sound of his heart. He hovers over you, and you were right - even as a human, you knew that Leon was godly.
But now as a vampire,
he was otherworldly.