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Rock Angel

Rock Angel

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Victoria Hammond loves her new life in the city of Toronto. Her dreams of Rockstardom and Makeup Artistry encouraged her to move to the city. Her luck couldn't get any better when she discovers the new vampire club, the Admiral's Arms is holding an Open Mic night. Vampires and Music go so well together! Then just as things seem to be going wrong, she meets the beautiful and horrifying Vampire Lestat who has awakened from a 200 year long sleep from the sound of music playing in his old 17'th century home. Victoria's love for music and singing seems to be attracting Lestat to her and the people closest to her are becoming worried that she will get hurt, terribly. Victoria can't stay away from Lestat though. He seems to make everything better. Can Lestat help save Victoria from her worries without risking himself?
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"Teach me what it's like," she whispered suddenly. "Teach you what?" he asked softly, even though he already understood. Her eyes lifted to his-glimmering with softness, fear, and longing. The kind that came from a lifetime of being told she was too little or too much, never enough, always less. She wore the jewelry like it was made for her... yet she still doubted she deserved it. "To be yours," she breathed. "Teach me how to be yours." For a moment, silence hung between them like a breath held too long. Then he moved-swiftly, fluidly-his body shifting with purpose. In the blink of an eye, he was seated on the edge of the bed, while she now stood before him again. The change was subtle, yet seismic. He hadn't touched her, but she felt it-the shift in gravity, the way the space around them thickened with unspoken expectation. His eyes had changed and she'd never seen this type of look in any man before. Not just desire or affection, but an unflinching authority. Pure, unshakable dominance. It wasn't cruel or oppressive. No-this was different. This was power rooted in restraint. "Relinquishing control in a BDSM relationship isn't a sign of weakness," he said, his voice a rich baritone laced with command. "It requires immense strength and confidence. To kneel before someone not out of obligation, but by choice... that is power most people will never understand." His tone was unhurried, meant to teach. "Most of the world hides behind masks, terrified of being seen, of giving in to their truth. But with me," he said, "you'll be free. In our world, there is no shame-only the liberation of surrender." Victoria's heartbeat was a cacophony in her ears. Still, she didn't look away. She couldn't. "Our bond will be forged in trust and surrender," he continued and the hunger in his gaze left no doubt: she belonged to him tonight. And William? He intended to savor every second. "Is that what you want?" he asked, one final time for the night.

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