My Cute Vampire  (18+)

My Cute Vampire (18+)

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The Vampire Prince seeking for revenge got tangled with the Werewolves King. "I swear old brat I will not take your throne until and unless I make those Werewolves the pet dogs of vampire" "How are you going to do that, such a baby face, go and fuçk yourself" "Fuçk me until you are satisfied" "Kiddo" "I'm older than you by hundred years" "Older you say, then why are moàning under me with pleasure, are you sure you are older than me" Making the Vampire Prince my bed toy is fun, but the thing which is more interesting is, his crimson eyes which always makes me crazy, although Vampires smell disgusting, he smells like Freesia, fruity smell like fresh strawberries, who the hell is going to leave such a beauty, moàning my name under me with pale skin covered in my love marks........
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"I'm not afraid of you," I tried to say confidently. He smirked while placing his hands on my hips. My breathing stopped for a few seconds but then continued when I remembered my goal was to be courageous. He licked a spot on my neck, and I narrowed my eyebrows in confusion. He gently wrapped a hand around my neck. "You might sound confident, but I can taste the fear," he whispered into my ear. His voice was very intimidating and almost sent tingles down my spine. ALMOST. But I was done being afraid of this monster. I was done feeling inferior to him. "There's no doubt that you taste fear. Here's the real question: is it my fear that you taste, or is it yours?" I asked bravely. I gasped when he tightened his hold a little and pinned me to the wall. I stared into his cold eyes as he stared into mine. He smirked when our breathing came to a match. Then he did the last thing I would expect: he kissed me. Warning: This story has mature contents.

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