Redemption: My Vampire Lover Part #2 (A Dark Realm Novella Series) Read Online Free Page B

so yes I dabble in
the Magics. And I bet I know more about Wolfen Magic than you do,”
he bragged.
    “That’s probably true. I know nothing about
magic. Only the Wolf guides me.”
    “Perhaps I can teach you some.” His smile was
radiant, confident, and proud. His demeanor changed frequently. Was there such a thing as a moody vampire , I wondered.
    When he turned and looked directly at me, my
heart splintered into a million pieces as I witnessed the
expression on his face. Wolf, what has befallen upon me? Despite my confusion, I returned a half-heatedly crooked smile in
his direction from across the room as my mouth fell open slightly,
instantly forgetting why I was there. I was speechless to do
otherwise. This man, this vampire was a vision of sheer beauty, and
he wanted to help me. Moreover, he instantly trusted me. A person
he didn’t know. He trusted me. A warrior who understands and
strives to be honest, loyal, and trustworthy. A man like no other.
A vampire. Maybe. A demon? Never!
    Within seconds, his dark, broody stare had
transformed to a delightful, glorious appearance. That essence of
love came from his heart. From what my aunt had told me, no demon
could fake love or real concern for another. They didn’t possess
it. This man. Raphael, as he was called, was a real warrior. A
vampire, a man, and a warrior. All in one. No trace of a demon at
all. I couldn’t form a single word to respond. The attraction I
felt pooling up in the pit of my stomach was undeniable. But how
could this be? And more importantly, why? Why would I feel
an instant attraction to a different species? I instantly
realized I couldn’t kill him. I couldn’t think straight. Actually I
couldn’t think at all. I simply returned his gaze, letting myself
be taken in by his eyes.
    Our silence intensified as I studied him. He
returned my gaze without shame, looking into my very soul it
seemed.
    Raphael was tall with a well-toned physique,
and long muscular arms and legs. He defined every square inch of
his clothing perfectly – like a warrior – as he stood there
watching me in his black fitted T-shirt, tight leather pants, and
bulky leather boots. None of that should have registered with me as
I continued to watch him, but it did. His facial expression said it
all. It was a familiar fondness as if he had known me all his life,
unashamed and comforting as if I were a lover who had discovered
her way back to him. Despite my duty, I wanted to run and jump in
his arms, smothering his handsome, rugged face with kisses. He
sealed my fate with his eyes. No man had ever looked at me with
such desire. It overwhelmed, and I knew my life would never be the
same from that day forward.
    Before I realized it, he crossed the room. In
my disoriented mood, I let him pick me up and set me on his bed in
front of him. To my astonishment, he knelt before me, brushing away
the remaining knives to the center of the bed behind me. He let his
hands linger on my naked knees and immediately rushes of warmth
radiated in every direction along my upper thighs and lower legs.
His shirt, the one I wore, was the only thing that divided us. I
swallowed hard, trying to dispose of my immediate attraction for
him. Wolf, what has certainly befallen me?
    The curse of true love.
    “I know we just met, and this is the worst
way to meet someone…” The rich timbre of Raphael’s voice surprised
me. “But you seem like a nice, pleasant person, and I wouldn’t want
anything to happen to you. Caroline, I’ll get you out of here. That
I can promise you, but this is a strange and dangerous place. And
at all times, I want you to promise; you will stay by my side. No
matter what you see or hear. Do you understand?”
    I nodded, swallowing again as I attempted to
not roll my eyes at the polite command in his instructions. “I’ve
been around,” I challenged. “Where am I exactly?” I asked, knowing
already what the answer may be.
    “I doubt you have been to a place like this.
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