East

The east side of the city is the very heart of Sacrosanct - it's unique skyline is a clash between modern sky rises and small Victorian-inspired storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often, newcomers to the city may become overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever-present feeling that's hardly noticed.

What You'll Find Here

City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower

you don't wear glasses, don't lie like that


Posted on August 10, 2018 by Troy Marks
East

He knew she'd heard him by the way her body tensed and as she looked up to meet his gaze, his heart melted in his chest with the look of pure adoration and love she gave him. She told him that she loved him and that she couldn't wait to spend eternity with him. In answer, he grinned. "Glad we've come to an agreement, then." She leaned up, her lips pressed to his and he responded immediately, electricity sizzling down his spine at the touch. His skin began to ache for her touch, for more, always wanting more. As she deepened the kiss, he groaned, his arms tightening around her as he lifted her off the floor a little to get a better angle, his teeth nipping on her bottom lip in answer. When she pulled away, he loosened his grip with a sigh of reluctance, moving in tune with her as she danced. She pressed against him with every inch of her body, it seemed, and oh, but his own body was definitely feeling it. He knew there was no way she couldn't tell what she was doing to him.

Then she admitted that it was affecting her too and he forced a smirk. "It would make me feel very insufficient if you weren't affected." He whispered. As her hand guided his beneath her dress, he graoned low in his throat at the feel of her soft panties beneath his fingers. Without delay, he started rubbing in circles, wanting to pleasure her the way she pleasured him. He loved how wet they already felt. But all too soon she pulled his hand back away and put it back on her hip, where he tightened his grip a little as the tension mounted. "Torturing me." He groaned. As she turned back to him, she started pressing kisses to his neck. In this moment, he could care less about the people and other supernaturals around him. It wasn't like him at all to not be vigilant of their surroundings but Amelia had a way of commanding him all to herself when she was involved. She didn't bite him and he felt a pang of disappointment before his eyes opened and he realized once again where they were.

This was no place to be feeding. Other vampires would pick up on his scent and know he was a fae and Hunters might get involved. At least one of them still had sense. Amelia had perfect discipline, probably more than himself when it came to being intimate in public. She turned her back to him and he pressed his lips to the back of her neck, slowly dragging his tongue up her spine before he nipped teasingly at the base of her neck where it meets her shoulder. Her hips curved back into him, her back offering the perfect arch and he growled in his throat as his own hips arched to meet her. His pants were definitely getting tighter. She turned back around and wrapped her arms around his neck. He pulled her in close, his breathing already ragged and quicker. His heart was racing in his chest, his whole body on fire for her. The music suddenly stopped and the room went black. Troy tensed, holding her close as his hunting instincts kicked in. He surveyed the room, blinking rapidly to adjust to the darkness faster.

As the other people groaned and cursed, he could hear Amelia's laughter, which brought a smirk to his own lips as he looked down at her. At her words, his eyes twinkled as he raised a brow. "Who says we're done enjoying ourselves?" As the darkness surrounded them, he let his hands do the exploring. Finding her breasts, her stroked and massaged them through the fabric, teasing and working her nipples before he lowered his mouth over them. He breathed on them, letting her feel the warm air through the dress before he put his mouth over one and sucked hard, his tongue flicking at her nipple. His other hand went lower, back under the dress and finding her wet panties. He rubbed his finger in circles, stroking and rubbing her clit before he pushed one finger inside her wetness. Then he straightened her panties and pulled his hand away, bringing the finger to his mouth. He sucked her wetness off of him, his eyes glittering devilishly. "You still enjoying yourself, babe?"


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