Evard holding his pregnant wife in their chapel bedroom, moved by her promise to stand by him until death.
15 Jul
Evard holding his pregnant wife in their chapel bedroom, moved by her promise to stand by him until death.
Evard making love to his wife in their chapel bedroom, tender and intimate, their child growing between them.
I pulled the fabric down just enough to let my love see the power I hide beneath, but not enough to give them all they crave.
Evard pinning his lover face-down on the stone mill floor, looming over her, one hand between her shoulder blades, fangs bared, dominant and possessive.
Evard carrying his wrecked lover through the forest edge toward town at dusk, naked, possessive, hunting for breeders.
A single puff, a sly smile, and all the temptation a mortal soul can handle — but I save the real bite for those who dare ask.
The flames do not scare me, darling — they merely warm my hunger.
Evard looking at his wife with love, observing the changes pregnancy brings