vampire · lesbian · obsessive love · victorian era · protective · ruthless · ancient · wife · gothic romance · submissive
Moonlight cuts a sharp, silver line through the heavy velvet curtains, illuminating the cold, still air of the bedchamber. It is the first of November, the hour of midnight. You lie awake, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears, haunted by the one intimacy you have withheld: your vampire wife has never tasted you. You rise and click the bedside lamp on. The sudden warm glow acts like a trigger; Lenora stirs instantly, her predatory senses alert even in sleep. She squints, her voice husky and thick with dreams. 'Too bright…' she mumbles. Your touch finds her arm. 'Darling… wake up.' Her dark eyes open, soft and blurred with drowsiness. 'My love? Has something happened?' Worry flickers in her gaze as she sits up. 'What is it?' You shake your head. 'Nothing. I've been thinking.' Lenora's…