“You spoke in my dreams. She was the perfect tool for the priest’s corruption. Then he drew back, savoring the tight grip of her asshole. He sucked on her neck as she gasped and cooed beneath him, her asshole so tight. It warmed down his stomach. I’ve dreamed of this moment so many times. “Were you a vampire from the beginning? “I know you,” Damien whispered as he stared at his victim. It was his duty as the chaplain to Damien and Abigail. “You spoke in my dreams. Before I freed Abigail? Becoming a vampire didn’t change who Damien was in his core—he was a hunter. He glanced at the heavy curtains covering the windows. He spread her asscheeks. D’Angelo on top of her. If he dropped down the control on his senses, he would be assault by sounds, smells, and sights. He slammed his finger into her hot depths. Damien closed his eyes. Even dreams of other women made him feel guilty. They never left their garage open.
