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when around humans, he always gave into his baser desires. The desire for blood, for flesh, for sex—it was overwhelming, to be surrounded by so many.
He preferred the companionship of books above all others. A good trait for a vampire.
Declan Triarius.
collecting books and reading books are two separate hobbies.
sweet Rosamund.”
You are giving me the gift of your time, which is a fleeting thing, I imagine, so I am grateful for it.”
Rosamund, a vampire. His companion. His queen.
He had his books. His collections. His libraries. And now... now, he had someone he could share it with.
Liked that she would do as she chose, even going against him.
“There is nothing I want more than to watch you peruse my personal collection.”
She was magnificent. Enchanting. Dazzling.
The sound was sending the blood rushing from where it sat in his throat straight down to his cock.
So hot
showing off his library was not a form of foreplay...
It's not?
This was definitely foreplay.
In fact, there are at least three dedicated shelves simply to the work of Tolkien.
All she needed was a warm cup of tea, a good blanket, and some fuzzy socks, and she was sold.
“A book can take you somewhere,” she quoted as she tried to pick a place to start. Where could she even start? Was there a proper place? Should she ask him for a tour of the shelves? What was his organization strategy? Did he follow any pattern? “A bookshelf can take you anywhere. A library can take you everywhere.”
A woman he could... Love.
This was a woman worth keeping. A real prize.
He was immortal. And she wanted that immortality.
She needed him as well.
Immortality with books sounded amazing, but not having good sex or someone to share a book with? That would be... lonely.
she was also already half in love with him.
“I’m... maybe a little in love with you as well.
She would love to be his prey.
“The only way I can stay forever is if you make me immortal, like you.”
he noted how she enjoyed praise.
It would be so easy to love you.”
And soon, she would be his for all eternity.
For him, however, it seemed obvious to share with her. She was his match, his equal, his companion... He would always share his blood with her.
My jaw will be quite the throne for you. I long to feel your thighs on either side of my head, gripping me. You will always be welcome to sit on it.”
“You forget, my dear, that I am dead. I don’t breathe. You can sit on my face for hours, without pause, cumming on my tongue over and over again until you cannot move. And even then, I’ll still devour you.”
“Now, I think you said something about being chased?” he urged, and nodded his head once. “Run.”
He needed to sink his teeth into her thighs.
Declan was holding her, keeping her upright, keeping her safe. He was her security, her strong point. He was going to take care of her, worship her, and give her everything she had ever desired. She was his, entirely his.
“As long as we burn for one another, yearn for more, we will be unable to resist the desire to share our blood, so yes. It will always be this intense.”
shifting her to sit on his face.
every time he thought she would beg for him to stop, beg for a break... she begged for more.
He would never get enough of her, would never be satiated.
He very well might just fuck her to death in the process.
Magnificent, ethereal creature...
Soon, her life would be nothing more than books, blood, and Declan. So much Declan. Only Declan.
Coming from only his cock... that was a miracle.
glitter was actually evil, and she would never use glitter.
He was... entranced. Besotted. Enamored.
