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happened, and was probably thinking of escape again. But he had explained to her why she couldn’t. Of course, it had been a lie. She could leave his house completely undisturbed and simply disappear. That’s why he held her closely and gave her a dangerous look of admonishment. When she had escaped yesterday, she had only gone mad, half-maniacal until she couldn’t think clearly anymore because he had cast a spell on her. She was no longer able to understand her actions, plan her future, because he had linked her to black magic. She had stood in the middle of the street and admired her dress. Had let it swing like a madwoman while she slowly lost her mind.
    But that wouldn’t work again. Even the first time, she’d already nearly managed to escape. She had managed to get to the docks. His spell had forbidden her to leave the cellar, and yet she’d still conquered it. Something wasn’t quite right with little Lizzie. Something about her was different. That was probably why he had to kill her.

Slowly, he lowered his head towards her face. Everything inside him screamed “mine.” Yes, she belonged to him, for one night. Perhaps even two. 

He looked into her eyes. They were still darkening. Perhaps it would even be three nights. His lips touched her cheek. He kissed her firmly, until his razor sharp teeth pressed against his own upper lip. Again, he felt the hunger grow inside him. But he couldn’t bite her. Only one more drop of blood from him and from her was needed to transform her. If he bit her while seducing her, maybe she would bite him too in the midst of her passion or scratch his back and draw blood. The risk was too high. 

His lips slowly slid down to the corner of her mouth. He kissed it tenderly. Next to them on the bed, the lovers were still swaying in their intoxicated lust. They would not age until the day they died. Life-long youth, but not a life for one day more than God intended.

Just like Elizabeth. Except that his little Lizzie would only live another three days at the most. His lips touched hers, fully now. He placed them like a butterfly wing on her mouth. Perhaps he would let her live another four days. She tasted so good. Like a good wine. He had to taste her more. His mouth opened, his tongue flit over her lips. The scent of her lust filled his lungs. His hand was still on her vulva. He moved it slowly.

Elizabeth gasped on his lips. He took advantage of her open mouth to plunge his tongue inside. She tasted so good. So fine. So full-bodied.

Her hands were on his shoulders. He could feel the light pressure of her fingernails that was constantly increasing.

Suddenly he lifted his head as he realised that she was pushing him away.

“Please don’t,” she murmured against his lips.

Alexander wrinkled his brow. Why didn’t she want to? He had done everything he needed to. He had made her believe he wasn’t dangerous, he was her protector. He had made sure to turn up at the right moment to save her from the man at the docks. He had shown her that there was nothing bad about sex, that it was natural and wonderful. It wasn’t a sin. And yet, she still resisted him. 

He frowned. Who did she think she was? She was just a street slut, a dirty London urchin. One out of hundreds. She was just a small, insignificant pickpocket.
    He held her tighter. He had tried to do it the nice way. He wouldn’t be so stupid this time. She had run away, tried to sell herself to the sailors for a few pennies like a whore, she had stabbed him with a knife! He had every right to take his revenge.

Anger boiled over in him, just as hot as his arousal. Lust and aggression mixed inside him. He realised the blood was flowing through his veins faster. He wanted her. He wanted her under him. If she resisted, he didn’t care. Her screams would be full of pain, but he no longer cared. No more tender, patient kisses. No more affection. Now it was his turn.  

He grabbed her wrists and pressed her