Lily curled forward, hand still trapped within his. Tremors shook her small frame, reminding Julian of a leaf being buffeted by merciless wind. He liked the comparison, seeing himself, of course, as the wind. The desire to shred her into tiny pieces ate at his self-control. The more he tended her the more he wanted to hurt her.
It was paradoxically delicious.
“Your sarcasm is unbecoming. Hush.” He stepped into the large bathroom. The door closed behind them automatically. “Lily, you have really made a mess of things tonight. I doubt either of us expected things to end up like this.” Julian set her down gently. “Don’t even think about leaving before I say you can.”
Lily looked away. The tenderness in his eyes frightened her. It raped her anger, dissolving it into maddened disorder.
Julian caressed her cheek with his hand. He was pleased by her demeanor. It would’ve be rather upsetting if he had to hurt her physically. That comes later, he thought in lazy anticipation.
She inhaled sharply. “Unlock the door, Julian. Unlock it now before you see who I can be.”
“That’s not a threat, little girl. I want to see you. I want to see every little piece of you. Show me. Show me how ugly you can be.”
Her hands resembled claws; spasmodically stretching and clenching from the need to rip into flesh. The slithering of clothes snatched Lily’s attention back to the vicious vampire. She immediately wished she hadn’t.
Lily’s knees swayed from the effort of standing up. Her skin erupted in goose bumps. The urge to have him sink his fangs into her assaulted without remorse. Conscious of her desires, Lily’s lips glistened, parted as they were in a breathless plea.
Lily’s breathing quickened. Fear and longing writhed inside her belly. Sanity lost its grip on her morality with a defeated whisper. She knew coming here was an ill-thought impulse. She knew she shouldn’t make this momentous of decision on the heels of losing the Spirit. She knew Julian’s feelings for her were of the wrong kind.
I write dark paranormal love (and hate) stories, dark erotic romance, and dark erotica under three different pen names. (What can I say? I like it dark!)
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Claudia D. Christian plays with vampires, demigods, saints, sinners, and monsters. She mixes love, hate, sex, and violence in equal measure. She crafts endings with hope but makes her characters burn in hell before they get there.
Charlotte DeCorte explores dark erotic romance without a paranormal bent. She writes from the viewpoint that not all relationships are or want to be grounded in the traditional rules of courtship.
D. Cristiana explores the darker side of committed relationships. The settings and situations may be unconventional, the desires corrupt, and the sex explicit, but she’s a firm believer in happy-for-that-particular-couple-endings.
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