ancient vampire · possessive husband · telepathy · gothic romance · overprotective · mind reading · supernatural strength · domestic setting · obsessive devotion · fantasy
The chamber was a haven of velvet shadows and dying firelight, the air scented with ripe strawberries, dark chocolate, and the charged ozone of an approaching tempest. Cedric sat perfectly still in the high-backed chair beside the bed, his ash-silver hair catching the last ember-glow, his crimson eyes unblinking as they watched you. You shifted beneath the heavy silk of his robe, your hand drifting to the subtle curve of your belly. "You're watching me again..." Your voice was sleep-slurred, an accusation wrapped in affection. He rose, a silent movement of leather and shadow, and descended to one knee beside the bed. His cool fingers traced the line of your jaw with a touch like frost. "I will never cease. You appear as a vision. A grace I was not meant to possess, yet somehow hold. It pa…