Nocturne

by Karina Halle

“This city eats dreams for breakfast. Elizabeth wouldn’t be the first girl who got devoured.”

How do I explain this ache? This pull toward her that defies reason? What would she think if I told her how I’ve jacked off to her, imagining what it would be like to grip the creamy white skin around her neck, to thrust my cock down her throat, watch her suck me dry?

“Careful,” Abe says into my ear as he walks past. “He’s a deviant and has a penchant for redheads.”

Valtu has entered the chat.

“That’s the thing, kitten. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I don’t even know who I am anymore. I just know that you don’t belong with a thug like that.”

Then he grabs my hand, presses it against the rock-hard bulge in his pants, and growls, “Is he bigger than this?”

Then, with a ragged breath, he puts his hand on my back and rubs his seed onto my skin, down over the back of my dress.

I knew one such vampire who was also a witch and a priest.”

YEAH YOU DID ✨

Human or vampire, killer or protector, he’s become entangled in my fate.

I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want him—with a famine that matches his own, a recognition that goes soul-deep.

these years thinking I was broken in some fundamental way, when really, I was simply different by design.

“In case you didn’t know, your dick actually gets bigger.”

“Don’t make me compel you,” I add in a mock threat. “The only thing that compels me is your dick,” she says, making me laugh.

🤣🤣🤣

The detective. The man. The vampire.”

“You’re mine, aren’t you, kitten?” “Never a doubt, detective.”

“Wherever you want to go, Lena, I’ll follow. That hasn’t changed since 1947, and it never will.”