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Orpheus: A Vampire's Rise is the prequel to the award-winning novel Stone Masters: A Vampire's Reckoning, a thrilling new series by British author V.M.K. Fewings.
Blurb:
For a vampire, the journey from life to death is just the beginning.
For Daumia Velde, this torment will take him from the savage bullfighting arenas of 15th century Spain, into the terrifying chambers of desolate mausoleums. From the darkest, winding city streets of London into bohemian castles imbued with corridors of eternal secrets and endless lies yet to be discovered.
As Daumia hunts down his brother's murderer, he becomes entwined in the fateful love of the alluring Sunaria, the woman who will change his life forever. But as the blood spills and the love grows, Daumia finds that the price of revenge may be the very salvation of his soul.
Struggling to hold on to the last remnants of his humanity, Daumia emerges from the underworld, rising out of the ashes of his past and evolving into the deadliest of killers, one that no mortal or immortal can resist.
Excerpt:
Arms folded, Sunaria watched.
Too fired up to pull away, wanting nothing more than to drain her, to save her, I peered up.
Sunaria gave a nod that I must finish it, and the girl's arms flopped by her sides. Her breaths became shallow. When I found her true self deep within her, I chose to proceed after her, and in doing so, lost myself. All compassion dissolved and I couldn't follow where she headed. As the final patter of her heart ceased to beat, I knew the true horror of what I'd done.
I clambered off the bed and flew at Sunaria. With a shove, I had her pinned against the door. "I'm a monster!"
She tried to push me away, but I thrust her back, and grabbed her wrists to control her. Another kiss, this time deeper, punishing her, conveyed my anger for this violation. I pulled away. "You did this to me." I ripped at Sunaria's dress stripping her naked.
She scratched at my face.
I spun her around, pushed her down, and bent her over several of the pillows, not caring if I hurt her or not, assuming she could take it.
Sunaria fought against me.
My right hand reached around, my fingers finding their way between her silky thighs to that soft bud and with firm movements, I quickened her there.
"Hands by your head," I demanded.
She reached back and scraped my forearms, drawing blood. I spanked her so hard that she sucked in her breath and froze.
"Do it," I snapped
Slowly, Sunaria brought her hands up in front of her, holding one hand with another.
I squeezed her nipples, moving from one to the other then back again, making her shudder. With my other hand, I followed the arch of her back, brushing my fingernails over her buttocks and digging them in and along. Sunaria's raven locks tumbled over her shoulders and she softened, her sighs revealing a lifetime of yearning for this very moment.
With a firm grip of both of her arms, I guided her, so that her forehead rested upon the black rug, her long hair spilling over it, and her rear up, fully exposing her. I explored those pale thighs, advancing near her sex, but not touching it.
"Don't move." I rose and strolled past the dead girl, avoiding her vacant stare and picked up one of the tall, red candles. It had burned halfway but still had some use, and its flame flickered as I carried it back.
Sunaria had obediently remained still. I stood before her, staring down, and savored having her subjugated at my feet, exhilarated that I'd become her master. Sunaria's breasts quivered with each breath, and her taut stomach muscles flexed, as though she threatened to spring up in defiance.
"Do it and you'll regret it." I tilted the dancing flame and dropped red, hot wax onto her spine.
She gasped with each splash and dared to lift her head. Another sharp spank to her derriere persuaded her to resume her pose and, with a firm hand, I eased her thighs slightly outward, hinting that I may indeed take her.
I was rock hard.
With another tilt, red wax trickled onto her upper back, snaking over her erect nipples, circling there and hardening, leaving fine, red lines and scarlet welts that soon dissipated. She was shaking uncontrollably.
For a long time, I waited and watched, enjoying having conquered her, savoring the sense that I now had her. Empowered, I luxuriated in the frissons that pulsed from my solar plexus, lingered there, and then surged into my pulsating groin. The more I resisted the urge to finish this quickly, the more delectable it felt.
From the way Sunaria's sex responded and glistened, she wanted this. Her nails clawed the rug, revealing her need, her fingers splaying out, and then curling again. With the candle still burning, I positioned it close by.
I knelt behind Sunaria and brushed my fingers up over her back, and then in circles down and around her waist, fondling between her thighs.
Answering the throbbing between my legs, I readied myself, and with a thrust entered her, and she answered her gratitude with a husky cry. The tightness that closed in around me intensified and hardened me even more, the rush of ecstasy so great that I fought not to explode before I'd taught Sunaria her lesson.
Sunsets and sunrises were lost to me, the finest meals, the best wines, but not this last pleasure. This one rapturous thrill could never be stolen from me.
From us.
Her thighs shook so much, it seemed that she may collapse, but I continued on regardless, holding onto her hips, sticky with the wax, pounding against her.
The dead girl's eyes were open and her jaw slack, her expression calm, our only audience, our perfect, naked witness.
With the quiver of Sunaria's thighs, she moved with me, her sighs in time with my pumping, blended in rhythm. Both of us rocked in a perfect melding of lust. Deeper inside her now, I drove her on, feeling her spasming, and then completely surrendering.
I paused.
Sunaria's movements begged for more and though this moment was perfectly sublime, I withdrew from her. Nearby, the candle I'd used wavered several times before going out.
I yanked Sunaria up and whispered, "If you ever do that to me again, I'll never fuck you like this again."
I shoved her forward and reached round to her spray of dark curls and gently spanked her there until she sobbed with pleasure through gritted teeth.
"Understand?" I gripped her hips and resumed, pummeling her into a frenzy.
She came crying out, her entire body shuddering as overwhelming surges left no part of her unaffected. Spotted in perspiration, trying to catch her breath, she leaned back against me.
I enfolded her in my arms and whispered, "We are equals."
About the Author:
V.M.K. Fewings is an award-winning British author living in California.
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