by Wend Petzler
Nicolas frowned as the puzzle of Isabella's identity would not leave his thoughts. “Why did you wait so long to tell me you were the Demon Lord?” Nicolas asked, confused as Isabella laughed at his question.
"You held the answer in your hand the day we discussed the tournament,” Isabella replied, drawing her linen shirt off, her leather hose following. She watched in fascination as he drew his clothes off, taking her into his arms.
"What do you mean?” Nicolas asked trying to concentrate when her soft breasts pressed against his chest, her mouth nibbled the tender skin along his neck, causing him to lose his train of thought.
"The requests were addressed to Isabella AdeMon, remember? Spell it out,” Isabella whispered seductively against the sensitive skin of his earlobe.
He groaned as her hands roamed his hard body, sending flames searing through him as he tried to think of what she was saying. “Spell it?” He bit out as she continued to torment him.
Shining, emerald eyes rose to his. “My father refused to name me, calling me a demon's spawn. Otto, in his fury at the Earl's cruelty, gave me the last name of AdeMon, which, spells a demon. My last name is who I have always been. A demon!” Isabella chuckled as Nicolas threw his head back, laughing heartily at the clues right in front of him all the time.
"I love you,” Nicolas whispered, holding her tightly.
"I love you, Nicolas!” She met his kiss, pouring all the love and passion she possessed, all the feelings she had held inside for far too many years.
Blood Keep opens her arms to welcome the lost and lonely with unconditional love, and the truest sense of what family was all about. Home is where the heart lies
THE END
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