As he kissed Elizabeta, her memories of Ivan were fading. Soon she might forget she was married completely. But even if she did remember him, she would still be under the Duke’s spell. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him down to kiss him back. “I would never think of such a thing.”
The purple handsome haired Duke, chuckled into such lip locking, he certainly enjoyed winning much more than he enjoyed loosing. He brought her closer feeling her bosom’s pressed against his strong chest. He felt more at ease with this one and certainly feared not of any man coming for her. Unless of course the man she is with surely does care for her and comes rushing back to kill him but without the right blade or toxic liquid the spell would not break and the man.
Well, the man will just answer to starved ghouls and ladies who love him greatly.
Pulling him even closer, Elizabeta had her tongue glide across his lip. As this continued, her infatuation for the Duke was turning to complete lust. There was something about him that made her feel loved in ways Ivan could never achieve. She had wanted a relationship with love but Ivan just wasn’t capable of showing romance and passion, let alone sex. The Duke was different. He could love her and show an interest in her that Ivan failed to have.