**X-Rated!** MATURE SCENES HIGHLY ADDICTIVE 18+ **This story is currently being split into 3 separate books. This part is all 3 books into one as a "rough-draft" in a sense. So it may read rushed with LOTS of changing dramatics and scenes. Just a heads up to future readers.** Much love. Molly was an IT grad who moved clear across the country and into a house that neighbored a famous porn star. She had never seen a man like him with her own eyes. And being the shy girl that she was, she always watched him from the windows, careful not to be caught. But when they meet for the first time, the fantasy Molly had created about him was destroyed and she was about to be torn from her comfort zone into a world she had never experienced before. **I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE PHOTO'S PROVIDED IN THIS STORY**

Book 1 of The Conquest Series Addiction: Webster's dictionary describes it as a compulsive need for and use of a habit-forming substance (such as heroin, nicotine, or alcohol) characterized by tolerance and by well-defined physiological symptoms upon withdrawal. There's only one problem: sometimes your addiction isn't something tangible that you can simply toss away. Sometimes it's a habit that you've grown used to in order to hide the darker side of yourself. Even if it's from your yourself.

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.