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THE DIVINE AND THE DAMNED

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Dragos didn't look away, his gaze glued to my throat, and I saw his eyes gradually start to turn red, revealing his bloodlust. But he pulled back, flinching as if in pain. "No. No. No," he muttered repeatedly, his back to me. When he turned, his eyes were fully red, and the veins around them stood out. "I haven't even fed from you yet and look… look how out of control I am." He sounded frustrated, but I didn't care, I was turned on. This was how hard it was for him to resist me. This was how much he wanted me. "It's okay," I whispered, moving closer, but Dragos fell another step back each time I neared him. "Please, Dawn, don't," he begged. I stood still and began to remove my pyjama top. I had pulled it halfway up, exposing the underside of my breasts, when Dragos hissed in disapproval, scolding me for trying to tempt him. "Don't" he warned, but I could feel his eyes linger on my exposed boobs. "Or what?" I asked in a daring tone, stepping closer and letting my hands wander down to caress him through his pants. I wasn't surprised to feel him hard beneath the fabric, and I looked up with a teasing smile. "What will you do, Dragos?" ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Dragos Nicolae Vlad III has chosen solitude over his destined role as the leader of vampires. But when Dawn Carter, a young woman with financial struggles, lands a job at the Vlad mansion, her immunity to Dragos' compulsion stirs something long dead within him. Worry. He needs to find out why. Dawn has no idea vampires exist, let alone that she's living among them or that the dangerously gorgeous Dragos is their chosen one. As feelings start to grow between them, old wounds and new desires surface, but their love isn't meant to be. She is something else. Something pure. And he? A being forged from dark magic, forever damned. A vampire, and not just any kind. Will Dragos give up the first woman to touch his heart in over four hundred years? Or can their forbidden love create a path to peace for both human and vampire species? *Warning* This book contains mature content. (Graphic violence and explicit scenes) Reader discretion advised. ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Check out my Tiktok @rileyruth_xo for exciting edits about each character. My Instagram is @grey__matter3 Thank you!!!
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