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fright. He killed them so quickly. Eve had never seen a dead person in her life, much less five murders. Nicholas saw the shock still evident on her face.
To help her further understand, Nicholas explained a little more, “Order of Solomon. Edmund founded a chapter here with his own band of crazies when he came from Bavaria. They killed more mortals than not. They weren't good people.”
“Are you a good person?”
“Good enough.” He extended her his hand. “Come.” She took it and hugged him, eyeing all the bodies down the path and Barry's bloodied form. He turned her around and stepped over the leader of the hunters, his boot avoiding his blood pool. “This is going to be the biggest news story in town for years. You won't want to be around when it hits.”
No kidding. I can see the headlines now. 'Library in the Red'. 'Bloodbath in the Books'. Do they even do headlines like that anymore? She held his book tight as they stepped over splotches of blood. “Where are we going?”
His hand drifted down to hers and held tight. “Into the shadows.”
He grinned and then held her close against his black jacket. He grabbed her by the back of her head and kissed her deeply, forcing her soft body against him. She melted into his huge, masculine form. His powerful arms and chest were like an unyielding shield against the chill night winds...
***
She and Nicholas floated through shadows, her naked warm flesh against his cool, hard body. This time she was ready for him. This time she knew that no matter how much it fooled her senses, this was no dream.
Here, Nicholas was not a shadow, but a pale demigod brought to life. His chiseled musculature clashed against her soft curves. She looked into his eyes. They shimmered like azure mirages, brimming with the stuff of dark immortality.
Her delicate hands swept down his sturdy thighs and fell around his hard length. The rest of his body was cool, but his weighty manhood radiated heat. She moaned as she felt its sheer power emanate through her hands. This is a weapon...
Nicholas nudged her down against something soft. She could not tell what in this surreal realm. His face came down to hers, and he grabbed her by her hair, forcing her lips against his. Their kisses had more bite and fire than their first night. The thrill of evading death kept their passions high.
Her tongue twirled with his. Her hands pulled his head in closer, sucking on his lips. She was desperate to satisfy her deepest yearning: to have him inside her. She sighed as she felt his heavy member drag against her lower belly, near her pubic mound, seething with arousal. Arousal for me.
Her cheeks stretched into a delirious smile. He's going to take me, she thought. She felt his fangs poke against her soft lips. Fully. His lips came to her throat when his manhood moved to her slit. His kisses were light against her supple neck, teasing her with what was to come.
Her body went rigid to the sensation of his hard flesh piercing her folds. She sighed and fell back into softness, as the throbbing tool pushed in. Her soaked pussy ensured the smoothness of his thrust. She gasped to his fingers palming her full breasts, rubbing her nipples, and stimulating her soft flesh.
He penetrated her with an aggressiveness that was unlike his civilized exterior. Her moans rang out like a tolled bell with each thrust. Pleasure and power throbbed between their legs. The two exchanged the current of passion with each grunt, slide, and push.
His massive length drove her into ecstatic sobs. Her vaginal muscles could not help but massage and grip his thickness with manic intensity. Her fingers and toes clawed into the surrounding shadows, their sensation like velvet.
She writhed and bucked underneath him, her gasps, sighs, and whimpers a symphony of the sublime. And then she heard Nicholas take a deep breath, as he slowed his thrusts. She felt his eyes on her,
To help her further understand, Nicholas explained a little more, “Order of Solomon. Edmund founded a chapter here with his own band of crazies when he came from Bavaria. They killed more mortals than not. They weren't good people.”
“Are you a good person?”
“Good enough.” He extended her his hand. “Come.” She took it and hugged him, eyeing all the bodies down the path and Barry's bloodied form. He turned her around and stepped over the leader of the hunters, his boot avoiding his blood pool. “This is going to be the biggest news story in town for years. You won't want to be around when it hits.”
No kidding. I can see the headlines now. 'Library in the Red'. 'Bloodbath in the Books'. Do they even do headlines like that anymore? She held his book tight as they stepped over splotches of blood. “Where are we going?”
His hand drifted down to hers and held tight. “Into the shadows.”
He grinned and then held her close against his black jacket. He grabbed her by the back of her head and kissed her deeply, forcing her soft body against him. She melted into his huge, masculine form. His powerful arms and chest were like an unyielding shield against the chill night winds...
***
She and Nicholas floated through shadows, her naked warm flesh against his cool, hard body. This time she was ready for him. This time she knew that no matter how much it fooled her senses, this was no dream.
Here, Nicholas was not a shadow, but a pale demigod brought to life. His chiseled musculature clashed against her soft curves. She looked into his eyes. They shimmered like azure mirages, brimming with the stuff of dark immortality.
Her delicate hands swept down his sturdy thighs and fell around his hard length. The rest of his body was cool, but his weighty manhood radiated heat. She moaned as she felt its sheer power emanate through her hands. This is a weapon...
Nicholas nudged her down against something soft. She could not tell what in this surreal realm. His face came down to hers, and he grabbed her by her hair, forcing her lips against his. Their kisses had more bite and fire than their first night. The thrill of evading death kept their passions high.
Her tongue twirled with his. Her hands pulled his head in closer, sucking on his lips. She was desperate to satisfy her deepest yearning: to have him inside her. She sighed as she felt his heavy member drag against her lower belly, near her pubic mound, seething with arousal. Arousal for me.
Her cheeks stretched into a delirious smile. He's going to take me, she thought. She felt his fangs poke against her soft lips. Fully. His lips came to her throat when his manhood moved to her slit. His kisses were light against her supple neck, teasing her with what was to come.
Her body went rigid to the sensation of his hard flesh piercing her folds. She sighed and fell back into softness, as the throbbing tool pushed in. Her soaked pussy ensured the smoothness of his thrust. She gasped to his fingers palming her full breasts, rubbing her nipples, and stimulating her soft flesh.
He penetrated her with an aggressiveness that was unlike his civilized exterior. Her moans rang out like a tolled bell with each thrust. Pleasure and power throbbed between their legs. The two exchanged the current of passion with each grunt, slide, and push.
His massive length drove her into ecstatic sobs. Her vaginal muscles could not help but massage and grip his thickness with manic intensity. Her fingers and toes clawed into the surrounding shadows, their sensation like velvet.
She writhed and bucked underneath him, her gasps, sighs, and whimpers a symphony of the sublime. And then she heard Nicholas take a deep breath, as he slowed his thrusts. She felt his eyes on her,
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