Blood & Stardust
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Last published Tue, Mar 24, 2026
"Do you know what happens to a witch who tempts a vampire, Lena?"
His voice is a low growl against my ear, warm breath sliding over my skin. The bass from the club rattles the walls, but I can't hear anything except the sound of my own heartbeat - loud, frantic, and completely his.
"She gets bitten," I whisper, but my voice cracks, betraying me.
His smile is dangerous. "Bitten?" His fingers trace the hollow of my throat, pausing where my pulse thrums under his touch. "No, princesa. She gets ruined. Completely. And she never wants anyone else again."
My knees almost buckle, but his arm is already around me, dragging me closer until the hard line of his body presses into mine. I feel the sharp points of his fangs graze my neck, and every sane thought in my head burns to ash.
"You don't even know what you're asking for," he murmurs. "But you will."
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