COMING SOON
SNEEAK PEAK.
ESME
"Darling," a voice purred while my mouth parted in awe.
His hands glided against my skin making every where they touch burn with desire.
My hands rushed to myself but a hand immediately grabbed it. His voice groaned d...
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Esmemina walked through the expansive royal library, the scent of aged parchment and leather filling the air. She could feel his presence behind her—Lucian, the Vampire King.
He was always just a few steps away, hovering as she browsed the shelves, his gaze burning into her back.
"Human, do you not find this collection fascinating?" he asked, his voice smooth yet condescending, as if her interests were beneath him.
Esme turned to glare at him, annoyance bubbling beneath her skin.
"Could you give me some space? I'd like to explore without you looming over me."
Lucian chuckled, amusement flickering in his blood-red eyes. "How impolite. You should consider yourself fortunate to have my attention."
His proximity was suffocating. Every time she reached for a book, she could feel him lingering too close, his aura pressing in on her, invading her personal bubble.
It made her skin prickle.
"My Lord," Esmemina breathed as Lucian's hand glided down her back, sending shivers through her skin.
"Yes, Human?" the Vampire king replied, amusement lacing his voice.
Esmemina bristled at his dismissive term.
"I would appreciate it if you called me by my name, creature." She stepped out of his grasp, grateful for the chance to explore his royal library, but his constant proximity was becoming tiresome.
"How rude," Lucian chuckled, running a hand through his lustrous black hair, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Not as rude as calling me 'Human' instead of my name," Esmemina shot back, her frustration palpable.
Lucian's smile widened, his admiration for the sun-kissed woman growing. She was feisty and immune to his compulsion, a rarity that intrigued him.
"Anyway, I think it's time I look for an inn—"
"You will stay here, in my castle, in my wing," Lucian declared, cutting her off. His tone was firm, as though there were no room for argument.
Esmemina scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. She couldn't fathom the nerve of this breathtaking king.
Yes, he held power and charisma, but that did not grant him the right to dictate her choices. She was her father's daughter, fiercely independent and unaccustomed to taking orders.
