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*Sinners,

it's been a while, hasn't it?

I know many of you are disappointed with the lack of updates, but I'm doing everything I can to get back on a somewhat stable schedule. So please be patient, there's a lot more coming your way, and hopefully, you'll find a full weekly schedule for all my books soon.

Writing this book, as well as many others, has been a journey. However, I've noticed that I'm missing a little spice that I can't live without myself.

So, HERE'S your WARNING.

It's up to you - welcome it or avoid it, but 🌶️ THE SMUTT🌶️ is HERE.*

*P.S. Don't get too excited, we're not going too deep with this yet.*

Notice the pun ^

**I know you hate me, as you should.**

Her hand reached out in the bed, palm caressing the soft silk fabric beneath her. A soft moan escaped her as her fingertips grasped a familiar warmth beside her. A wide smile spread across her lips as a large, rough hand gripped hers. The woman knew what or who she was looking for even before she came to her senses. It had been years since she didn't battle her demons throughout the night and enjoyed such a peaceful slumber. Those same rough hands grabbed her shoulders and forced her face into a rock-hard chest. Muscular arms wrapped around her waist like venomous snakes, ready for an attack, and held her in a strangely blissful embrace.

Her eyelids closed as if supporting the heaviest weight, but she couldn't fall asleep, wondering what would happen next. Although the situation seemed perfectly normal and familiar, deep down, she knew something was wrong. The only problem was that she couldn't figure out what exactly it was. Letting her mind wander to unknown places wasn't something he would approve of, so he quickly forced her onto her back and positioned himself on top of her. Now it was his turn to smile, but unlike her, his smile was wicked, his eyes glistering in raw hunger. She gasped in surprise as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. Beneath his massive body, she was like a fragile porcelain doll- one that would break easily if the wrong hands touched her. The untamed, carnal groan that left his lips sent a wave of pleasurable shivers down her spine. His eyes alone captured her entire being, beyond anything she'd ever known before.

"Do you intend to leave me, darling? I know you hate me, as you should, but if I didn't know better, I'd swear you were thinking about an escape plan. Is that how you treat someone you wake up next to, or is that special treatment just for me?" As his lips brushed against Bea's ear, her eyes widened in shock. She knew the owner of the voice, but she had only met him once, and even that encounter wasn't one to recall as a happy memory. The Princess thought of trying to break free, but she knew that all her attempts at resistance, all the struggle she could force out of herself, would not help. The only unanswered question was - why was he there, in her bed, on top of her? And why did she have a feeling that this wasn't the first time they'd spent a night together?

"I-" Bea tried to think of something to say, anything to make him less suspicious. But as quickly as her lips parted, he ran a finger over them.

"Shh, don't worry, I was kidding, darling," he chuckled. His hot breath tickled her skin, sending waves of shivers over her body. Bea gasped as his wet lips pressed against her neck, slowly, sensually. At first, he was in no hurry, taking his time to test the waters, but once her body relaxed, his lips assaulted her neck with such greed that Bea couldn't help but crave more.

He released her wrists, but she didn't bother to acknowledge it. His hands roamed over her body as if he knew every curve and shape better than she ever could. No matter how their bodies moved against each other, they both felt like they were meant to be together, like their bodies were made to be one. Every touch of his was tantalizing and blissful in equal measure. Each kiss raptured her deeper into agonizing ecstasy. It didn't matter what he did; it didn't matter where his hands or lips landed-she needed more. "We shouldn't start anything I'm not sure we can finish," he murmured against her skin, but he didn't stop to explore the shape of her body.

"I don't care," Bea whispered, holding onto the silk sheets. Her breasts rose and fell violently as his lips moved slowly toward her collarbones. "We can miss the whole world burning to ash for all I care," she hissed as his teeth nibbled at her skin. Even the Princess herself knew how reckless and crazy she was acting, but right now, she didn't care. She had no idea of anything she could experience with a man- the forbidden fruit was what she needed to get a taste of. She bit down on her bottom lip as he pressed his erection against her thigh. Even if there was a drop of fear inside her- Bea wouldn't show it. There was something about the man that drove her even deeper into the euphoric state, shutting out all logical thoughts. If anything, she had no idea what her words might mean to him. Willingly agreeing to the filthy ideas and plans he had might break her, but Bea didn't think of that. She felt as if his presence drugged her into an absolute void of desire, need, and lust. She wanted him to hold her down and make her give into sin.

He leaned against her neck and pressed his lips to her ear. "Scream if you're in pain," the words had so much roguery and darkness behind them, but his voice made Bea feel like he was enjoying himself. Paralyzed by his words, she squeezed her eyes shut and nodded her head. A rough hand reached for her face and gently squeezed her cheeks until Bea's eyes shot open. The dark, seemingly sparkling blue eyes stared into hers with such intensity that Bea wanted to give in to every command that left his lips. "Use your words," he demanded, unwittingly showing the Princess her role in the bed they shared.

"Okay," Bea agreed. She had no idea what she was wearing. The whole situation was surreal, like a dream. However, as soon as Bea heard the ripping fabric, she understood that the garment he had discarded must have been a nightgown. Her hands instinctively reached for her breasts to cover them, but he was quick enough to catch her wrists. "Don't," he growled as his eyes slowly traveled down to her breasts. "Don't you dare hide what is mine to see! I don't care about the insecurities and self-doubt you may have; in my eyes, you are beyond perfection. Your body, every shape, every curve, and every birthmark are mesmerizing. Don't ever hide from me." There was a warning tone in his voice. Even if his gaze went elsewhere, Bea was certain that when their eyes met, she would experience nothing but rage and animalistic, intense hunger. No matter how hard she tried, the only words that passed her lips were either yes or okay. She blindly trusted a stranger, driven purely by lust and the need to overcome everything she ever intended to do.

"Spread your legs," he ordered, releasing her wrists. The cat-and-dog game was beginning to tire him, even he no longer felt the desire to hold her down. Usually, he would enjoy tying her up to dominate her like no man ever could, but this time he wanted to be as gentle and careful as never. In his eyes, Bea was a unique flower that needed to be nurtured and protected. Her eyes widened at the sudden demand, lips slightly parted, but before she could say a word, his lips crashed down on hers. His hand reached for her breast, Bea gasped, and he took the opportunity to force his tongue into her mouth, tasting every corner he could reach. The kiss started slowly, but within seconds it became rough, aggressive and full of hunger. Bea wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, if that was possible, giving in to the inexplicable need to feel him closer. She didn't care where he was from or what his name was; the only thing that mattered was being as close to him as possible. He positioned himself between her legs and slowly ground his swollen member against her core. No man had ever kissed her like this before, much less been able to be this close and do the most impossible things to her body like he did. "I said spread your legs, don't make me repeat myself," he interrupted the kiss to remind Bea of the previous command. He was breathless; his voice was becoming hoarse, making him sound incredibly sexy. The Princess noticed only a few details about him - the muscular body, the light hair, and the blue eyes, but otherwise, she could feel more than her eyes could take in. His lips were soft and inviting, despite the roughness of his actions. His skin felt almost as smooth as the silk sheets, but is she was asked to describe his face - she couldn't.

Bea obeyed his command and spread her thighs slightly, eliciting an irritated groan from the man hovering over her. He grabbed her inner thighs and spread her legs apart so that her sex was exposed before him. "This is what I meant when I told you to spread your legs," he licked his lips. "You'll do it right next time, darling." The way he spoke made him sound polite and genteel, despite the things he said. Bea felt like he was talking to someone who was there for quick sex, not someone he intended to stay with, but even that thought didn't stop her from wanting more.

He winked at her and lowered himself, burying his face between her thighs. The Princess watched his actions in shock, surprised that anyone could be so shameless, but she didn't have enough time to assess him as the first wave of pleasure hit her core within a single flick of his tongue. She had tried to lift her body a little to watch him before, but now, her back collided with the mattress in pure bliss. His tongue assaulted her clit in a way Bea hadn't imagined could be so excruciatingly delicious. His teeth nibbled on her labia while his hands gripped her inner thighs tighter. Bea felt her legs instinctively tighten; apparently, he did too. She felt like she could stay on the bed until the end of time and enjoy whatever he was doing to her body, but the loss of the hand on her right leg startled the Princess. He continued to suck on her clit as he pressed two fingers against her entrance. "So fucking wet, baby, you're dripping in need," he growled against her pussy, forcing the fingers inside her in one swift motion.

Bea's eyes shot open as she jumped up from the bed. Her body was covered in sweat, her heart racing like she had a heart attack. It took her a moment to realize where she was- still in her bedroom at Lillith's house, and she was completely alone. Then, without thinking, Bea reached her hand into her panties and found her pussy soaked from her juices. She ran to the bathroom and took a quick shower to change and look for the Vampiress. Even though the dream was over, she still wondered if it should be called a nightmare. When the Princess finally reached Lillith's bedroom, the door opened in front of her without Bea knocking. Lillith took in her appearance and slapped a hand over her mouth. "No," she whispered.

"No what, grandma? You wouldn't believe what I just dreamed; I need to know why I saw it." Bea wasn't afraid to be honest. Sooner or later, everyone has sex, but in the world she now had to live in, any dream, even the weirdest, could have meaning.

"It has begun."