A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
[SLOW BURN ROMANCE. RATED 18: NO RAPE] What if the sort of love you'd wanted and desired, only but a man incapable of love could give it to you–a man who has not the slightest of an idea what the word "Love" meant? ..... Vampires coexisted with humans for centuries without either side hunting or killing the other due to a peace treaty. They didn’t feed on human blood for so long either, but that changes when the first vampire auction is held. Six human slaves were sold, and among them included Avelina, a twenty-six-year-old woman. Avelina is sold to an infamous Vampire prince, Draven Delgaard, rumored to have committed heinous acts even amongst his kind. She fears for her life upon their first encounter, but to her utmost bewilderment, Draven Delgaard makes a deal with her. He sought the inheritance of the royal family, but to be qualified, he needed a wife. Since his kinds weren’t available due to his reputation, Avelina was one of the few options left. In exchange for her freedom, she will assist him in obtaining the inheritance. But this royal inheritance can only be acquired through the style of a chess game with other royal opponents. A game of strategy and survival. Should she succeed, her freedom shall be regained and it would be a win-win for both her and Draven. However, she soon realizes that success might come at a very heavy cost. Will Avelina and Draven be able to win the game of chess? Will they secure her freedom and inheritance, or will they fall victim to the dangerous machinations of the royal family?
Maybe, Just Maybe
Draven gradually began to lean in, as though wanting to kiss her. Indeed, that was his intention, however, before he could, he fell unconscious on top of Avelina, burying his face in her neck. His lips were only able to gently graze against hers enough for her to feel it within her soul. No matter how little the touch was, it shook something in her.
Avelina wanted more than just that. She needed more than just a gentle graze.
She stared at the ceiling, listening to her racing, thumping heart that was pounding in her ears.
She lifted her hand, touching her lips. At the moment, she did not care that this man's whole weight was on her. She could only feel the aftermath of his lips against hers.
How would it feel if he actually kissed her? Not just any kiss, but passionately like she wanted. The sort of kiss that would leave her begging and seeking a second of breath. The type that would have her panting heavily, falling into his arms in exhaustion!