The Vampyre (The Vampyre Trilogy Book 1)

by Kate Kimbrell

“Beauty is pain, my darling daughter. If you want to win Mr. Blackwell's heart, you must not breathe,”

“You do beg so pretty,” he growled.

🥵🥵🥵

“You, my darling, are the gift I have been waiting for my entire lifetime.”

“Will you wear something else for me?” he murmured against my skin. “Anything,” I replied. Reaching into his pocket, William pulled out a string of pearls. On them hung a small, rectangular ruby, and a pearl below it. I gasped, astounded by its beauty. “It's even more lovely than the dress!” William placed the trinket around my neck and clasped it. The ruby fell at the top of my breasts, the color of fire, smooth as glass under my fingertips. “It was my mother's. Passed down in the family for centuries,” he said. I twisted to face him, aghast.

“Good girl.”

Oh god 😩

“Scandalous. I wonder if they’ll be able to tell I’ve just thoroughly fucked you with my mouth.”

Ugh 😏

“I love you, Rose,” William murmured as he kissed my jawline,

“Before you decide you don't love me anymore, before you decide you can't be with me, I have something I'd like to ask.” “Yes?” My eyes widened, heart skipping. “Marry me,” William said, opening a small velvet box with a gold ring inside.

“Mmmm, what a good wife you’ll make for me,” William purred,

“I now present you, Mr. and Mrs. William Blackwell!”

“Are you ready, Mrs. Blackwell?”

“I am a vampyre.”

He’d rather live in a world where you hated him, ran from him at every turn, than live in a world where you didn’t exist.”

This was home. William was home.

“‘Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad… only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you. I cannot live without my life, I cannot live without my soul,’”