My Oh My, Darling...
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My mouth started to water and my legs going numb as I felt his elongated fangs withdraw from the holes he had punctured into the soft flesh of my neck. His grip on my waist still tight as he slowly pulled back, he smirked and with his seductive voice he said "Thank you darling... It felt erotic drinking from you."
Erotic? Erotic doesn't even begin to describe what this man made me feel, made me weak in the knees and bulge in unmentionable places.
Reagan Cross grew up in a middle eastern England village during the 1800s, plagued with mystery, horror and supernatural creatures. It was bad enough his family was the Cross family and his father the head of their local church but what happens after is much more terrible.
Reagan was raised to fear the beasts of the night and moonlight but on an unfortunate night at an unfortunate time when he bumps into the one and only Voltaire Phantom from the Phantom clan feared by the villagers for their horrific acts, he is allured by this mysterious figure which sends him into a downhill spiral of emotions and life threatening events.
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