A vampire prince, longing for freedom from his father's control, wanders off down in the south on a journey. Jahmir imprisoned by his brother's shadow, unknowingly encounters a witch along the way. Unbeknownst to her, this encounter pushes her into...
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The young witch stood by the balcony with the wind brushing across her face, she spun around on her sock-clad feet and walked back into the spacious bedroom, the night sky hovered over her.
Jahmir and Clover decided to teleport to her place to spend more time together alone, with all of the chaos going on.
She walked through the hallway and was greeted by her man, the dim lighting adding to the intensity. Her eyes filled with lust, his eyes caught on the unspoken words from Clover.
The couple was seated on the couch with their eyes locked intensely, and her hands gently held his face.
The silence filled the room, anticipating the sexual tension that hung in the air. There was no need to go into the bedroom, they were both ready for each other in the most passionate way.
"Can I touch you baby?"
"Yes you may,"
"I want you to make love to me Jahmir.." Clover spoke softly, her eyes on him.
The vampire prince was taken aback by the response at first but then smirked devilishly, His lips littered warm kisses along her collarbone, snaked up to her neck and pecked her chin. Her hands rested on his back, her heavy breathing increased.
The couple leaned close and kissed passionately, tilting his head to the side and deepening the kiss, their tongues twirling in sync. The bent-up passion was finally set free, patiently waiting for this moment. Clover moaned softly and kissed him again.
Their clothes were taken off and tossed across the living room floor, the soft smack of their lips colliding filled the room.
His back slouched against the soft couch with his arms hung over the backrest, as her hands settled atop his shoulders, her hips moving against his dick, riding him with ease. Clover threw her head back and loudly cried out his name to the heavens.
"oh shit! Jahmir!" her nails scratched into his tender flesh, causing welts. The way she enunciated his name had never sounded so divine to him. Watching her reaction through his hooded eyes, his pearly white teeth trapped between his bottom lip.
