Above The Air We Breathe

Above The Air We Breathe

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-MATURE- Ada Elpis Edmon was orphaned at a very young age in the human realm. She is a simple 24-year-old woman working at a call center in Breckenridge, Colorado. She is a kind, fierce woman doing everything she can to provide for the only person she has considered family her 'grandmother Mia'. Her world is completely flipped on its axel when a letter from her deceased parents makes an appearance. Now comes in a whole new world of magical creatures, but there is trouble brewing in the background for everyone. Damian Andras is a prince who sees the chaos unfolding by his father and his enemies but is blind to it. He is the first son born of a witch and vampire to inherit both powers perfectly. He is an arrogant cruel man used as a weapon for his father's benefit, but he doesn't care until his father sends him on a mission to hunt down Ada. "Do you know what my name means?" I hated his sensual smirk as he leans into breath hotly against my neck. My throat constricts as I try to lean further into the wall "No." my voice trembles pathetically. "Damien or in its Greek form Damianos means to tame and I'm going to make sure that I live up to that pussycat." He nips at the prominent vein in my throat and chuckles when I squeak out "Shit!" I felt my knees buckle as he pushes his lower half further into me and I feel a throbbing bulge on my stomach.
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| 18+ | Damian looked so different with his shirt off and a crop in his hand. He felt more real: no longer wearing the mask of the good doctor, he was the Exorcist, the master over my wildest fears, the stones on the shore over which my ocean of madness could crash without fear. He trailed the crop over my throat, down my chest. "Your demons have not been playing nicely," he said, a warning in his tone. Goosebumps prickled up my arms as the smooth leather teased over my navel. "No, sir. They haven't. They don't much like you." He grinned, and it was such a wicked sight that my stomach clenched up with desire. I desperately wanted to feel those teeth, the softness of those lips. Patience was nearly impossible. "I must admit I don't much like them either," he growled. "Turn around. Hands on the wall. Spread your legs." I obeyed, my breath catching in my throat. I felt him lean close, his breath hot on my neck as he left kisses along my hairline. "But they don't own your body, do they, darling? Who owns this body?" "I do, sir." My breathing shuddered. The crop tapped between my thighs. "That's right. And who have you chosen to give your body to?" "To you, sir." × × × 18 year old Samara Garfield is on the run - from her past, from her desires, from the wicked voices in her head. Everything seems to be catching up with her when she meets Damian Hearst, a doctor with perverted desires of his own. With a legion of demonic beings eager to overtake her, the good doctor may indeed be the only one who can save her. But as their dark pasts become ever more entangled and hope for salvation begins to fade, can love grow in the face of death? × Highest Rankings × #1 in Steampunk #1 in Kinky #40 in Horror

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