1800 April

He visits her yet again.

In the moonlight, she was as he expected her to be; beautiful. Oh, exotically so.

Hair of the most natural brown, pale skin that was slightly violated by pink, and lips that he always saw smiling and he always fantasized kissing, and of course an aristocrat in the ripe marriageable age of twenty and three.

Lee Chaerin, daughter of Earl Saint-Faith; one of the sought after debutantes of her time. Of course, a lot of marriage proposals have come in her way, a lot of bachelors both with wealth and title dared to ask for her hand yet she refused them.

Why you may ask?

It was because of him.

He visits her during the night and conquered her dreams in her slumber. But he never dared to introduce himself. God forbid.

So, as she lay there with her hair all over the silk pillows, her head facing the direction opposite of him, nightgown straps away from her shoulders, the man moved his finger all over her skin.

And his love shivered—she always reacted to his touch, ever since she was a girl of fourteen. Oh yes, he started visiting her ever since the start of her time. And when she had grown to the desirable age, he can’t stop the urge to touch her skin.

From the curve of her brow, to the rise of her nose, to the valleys of her tempting lips; down to her well curved jaw, down to her long neck, her jugular and lastly to her collarbones he so badly want to mark with his kisses.

But as much as he wanted to taste her collarbones, his finger went back to her jugular—where he wanted to sink his fangs and feed on her oxygen-filled blood.

And before he could—G-Dragon, Duke of the Blooddragon Manor, gathered the dark to turn him into mists and look for his treat of the night.

Lee Chaerin moved, still sleepy and slightly aroused.