Vlad the Impaler (An erotic Vampire short)

“You have no idea how good you taste.”

Lilian’s life is dull. So dull that when a naked stranger scoops her up in his arms and she faints, she’s sure she’s dead, or at the very least, dreaming. The stranger has a secret about her. A secret that’ll take her blah life from stale to sizzling.

Of course, everything has a price. The stranger says her body sings to him, and there’s something so mesmerizing about him she wants to say yes to anything he says… anything.

This short story is for readers 18+ who aren’t against vampires that are monsters, a bit of bite, and a curvaceous lady who’s insecure yet strong and ready to try something new and exciting.

Sneak Peek:
“I’m sorry I’m a monster.” His words are as delicate as lace.
“You don’t have to be,” I whisper, and he stops. Suddenly the crushing weight is lifted from me and I can move again. He sits on the bed beside me before bending over and grabbing the sheet from the floor and offering it to me without looking.
“You don’t understand.” He’s hesitant.
I sit up and gently run a hand along his back, feeling his muscles coil and dance under my touch. “So help me understand. Where are we? Why? How?”
He sighs. “You’re at my home. When I was released from my self-imposed penance I was led straight to you.”
I shake my head. None of it makes any sense. “Penance?” I ask, noting that he didn’t answer how.
“They thought I died in 1476. I actually asked the one person I could trust to put me away for my crimes. I was stuck in limbo to come to terms with my atrocious sins.” He scans the room with those extraordinary eyes.
I nod. “So if you suffered for those sins, wouldn’t you have learned to be better? Why be evil as soon as you’re freed again? And why me?” My mind reels. Damn, my coma brain is genius. This story couldn’t possibly be better. A hot guy with inner demons he’s taming, a drop dead sexy body, and some weird… power over me when he chooses to use it. God, I wish I dreamed this good all the time!
He glances at me, his eyes searching mine. I sense a push, but he seems carefully reserved. “The battle is between the beast in me and the man. The beast always wins.”