Chapter 4
Odessa’s POV
Onyx’s home was much smaller than the estate, and I absolutely loved it!
It felt comfortable and cozy. No extra space that was unnecessary, no cold atmosphere.
This felt like…..home. I couldn’t stop smiling, looking around the living room area.
The living room consisted of warm, brown colors.
A couch and two chairs that matched the couch sat around facing a fireplace.
A coffee table made out of mahogany sat in front of it with coasters set in the middle.
The kitchen was smaller than the one at home, and again I felt the warmth coming from the room as I met Miss Sophie and Gene more formally.
She was polite, not overly engaging, but I didn’t expect much.
I could work on that. And Gene was quiet and reserved, but also polite. I already felt at ease here.
Onyx had to return to work for a couple of hours so I used the time to get to know Miss Sophie and Gene a little better until my belongings arrived.
Gene helped Bernard and two other staff bring my things in.
I had about three suitcases and four boxes.
That was it. That was all I wanted or needed from my old life.
I thanked Bernard and the staff, telling them goodbye.
I suspected I would not be seeing them again any time soon. I called Mother, out of respect.
“Mother, hi. I just wanted to let you know, you and Mr. D’Avare no longer have to worry about me. I have found my blood match and have moved in with him.”
My mother, in her overly anxious voice, asked, “What? Who is he? Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Your father will be very angry that you left the house without his permission.”
I gritted my teeth momentarily, but responded back, “I am sure Mr. D’Avare will be very happy to have me out of his home so he can focus on much more important matters, Mother. But I wish you well, and will see you again.”
I hung up before she could push any more of her anxiety on to me.
She would be left alone with her blood husband.
That was no longer any of my concern. I felt an overwhelming sense of relief at being away from those people.
Yes, I was both anxious and excited about being around new people, but I had to believe it was far better than the people that had been in my life up to this point.
I used the time that Onyx was gone to unpack what I could, mostly the clothes, until I could determine where to put my other belongings, mainly books. I loved to read. Something I had ample time to do when living practically alone in a huge estate.
I sat with one of my books in the living room area on the super comfy couch, enjoying some tea. I had offered to make my own tea if Miss Sophie would show me where the items were and how to do this for myself. She had appeared surprised by my request, but had been more than willing to show me.
Just as dinner was ready to be served, Onyx returned.
We sat at the small dinner table together, feeling even more intimate than I had ever experienced.
At Mr. D’Avare and Mother’s house, dinner was formal yet minimal.
Mother and I usually ate together at the long dinner table for eight.
Occasionally, Mr. D’Avare had guests over for dinner, then would meet privately with them afterwards.
A couple would occasionally stay overnight.
I was expected to remain in my room immediately after dinner.
Dinner was quiet, although I did attempt light conversation about the work day.
My blood husband appeared a bit put out by my questions, so I kept them to myself as dinner progressed.
Miss Sophie had made a stew, something I had never had before and it had been filling and delicious.
I had been sure to let her know I had enjoyed the meal.
She seemed surprised by my response, but I hoped she knew I appreciated her hard work.
Once we finished dinner, Onyx went back to his office to “do some more work.” My heart had sunk, but I had to remember he had worked his way up from a low blood born status, so I was sure he had to work harder than most.
By 10 p.m. and no word from my blood husband, I finally went up to bed. Alone. I had changed into a silky nightgown that came to mid thigh. A little high for my liking, but I was hoping my husband would take me tonight. Not just for the blood taking, but my virginity as well.
I had been very sheltered to the point that Mr. D’Avare insisted I stay “clean and pure.” He believed it would make him look more prestigious somehow, by having a virgin daughter.
Would my husband appreciate being the one to take my virginity?
In some of the human books I read, the men felt like Alpha males being the first man to be with their woman.
Would Onyx be the same? Or would he be disappointed that I was inexperienced?
Hopefully, he would be open to teaching me.
I started to climb into the bed when I heard a noise behind me.
I turned and saw Onyx standing in the doorframe, looking me over.
I felt very self-conscious, but finished getting into the bed, as he continued observing me.
His eyes darkened a bit. Was that a good thing?
His eyes moved over me until they met mine, and he breathed out slowly.
He nodded at me, then started to unbutton his business shirt. My face started flaming up, but he disappointed me when he said, “Let me change and we can do the taking.” I tried to maintain a neutral expression, with a calm voice. “Okay. I’ll be ready.”
He grabbed some clothes that looked boring, but I shook my head.
Once he was behind the closed bathroom door, I decided to take a risk.
I quickly removed all of my clothes, pulled the covers just up over my breasts, and laid down.
Maybe I had to let him know I was ready for this.
I was ready for this, right? I was starting to get nervous, because I obviously had no idea what I was doing, but I had read some books that said men liked it when their women took control.
Of course, those were human books, but maybe vampyrs were the same?
I heard movement and the door handle, so I laid down and raised one arm twisted up around besides my head, with my eyes focused on the ceiling.
I didn’t know if I wanted to see his reaction.
I heard an intake of breath. That was a good thing, right?
I laid there for what felt like a really long time, when Onyx came to his side of the bed, glanced at me, then looked away quickly.
I glanced at him and frowned slightly as I noticed he was wearing a matching blue plaid shirt and pants pajama set.
That didn’t look like something you wore to bed when you wanted to have sex with your wife, was it?
Even though it did look really good on him.
The cloth was snug and I could see a little more of Onyx’s figure.
Though smaller in muscle mass than most aristocrats, he was actually pretty close in muscle mass to a suit, which surprised me.
I could feel goosebumps form over my skin, so I quickly turned away, so he wouldn’t see me looking. Then he turned off the lights.
Wait, wasn’t he going to take the blood?
The room was dark, not so dark I couldn’t see his form, but I couldn’t see much else than that.
Before I knew it, he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me towards him, making me yelp.
Before I knew what was happening, he bit in to my neck, making a warmth shoot through me, coursing through my whole body.
I moaned softly. I started to lose focus, as a numbness started to overcome.
I felt like I was floating, and the only thing grounding me to this moment was the hand gripping my naked waist. Then I fell into darkness.
I woke up some time later when the darkness still covered the room, but then I felt a hand come to my hip.
I was pulled into something, then I felt cloth rubbing up against my front.
Onyx. His hand moved from my hip to my ass, gripping it gently.
I moaned. I still felt sluggish from the taking, so I had not fully slept off the after effects.
I felt weak, but still wanted Onyx to touch me.
My hand shakily went to his chest which was now bare.
I moaned again, and ran my hand slowly down his chest. I felt him shiver.
I hoped that was a good thing. Then he gripped my ass tighter and pulled me to him.
I was now laying partially on Onyx, while he was partially on his back.
I felt something big and bulky run against my pussy.
I threw my head back from the pleasure that caused.
“Onyx,” I whimpered out.
His other hand slid slowly up my thigh. I felt his lips touch my neck, as he peppered kisses from my neck to my shoulder.
He kept going until his lip slightly touched my nipple, making me gasp and arch further into him.
When I arched, my nipple pressed into his lips until he parted them, letting my breast slip in to his mouth.
Then he ran his tongue over my nipple. I felt a shudder run through me, just as his other hand cupped my mound.
I couldn’t stop the moans. In my weakened state, Onyx had to hold me in place.
Then he suddenly moved and flipped us so I was under him.
His mouth continued to suckle on my breast, while his hand pressed against my pussy.
Then he slowly moved his hand until one of his fingers pressed against my clit.
Then he slowly pushed another finger in to me, making me whimper.
“Shit, Dreya. You are so damned tight.” His lips were still on my breast when he whispered out to me.
That sounded like a good thing. He started to moved the finger in and out slowly.
“So tight.”
I whimpered, and shuddered as he continued to move his finger in and out a few more times, then picked up the pace. I could feel something building.
“Onyx,…….I feel….I feel……”
“Shhh. I know baby. I know.”
Then the feeling reached a peak as I felt what seemed to be a little explosion from my pussy as it pulsed and throbbed.
I had never even touched myself because I wasn’t sure if that too would affect whether I was “clean and pure.” I was not taught these things.
And I could only take so much at face value from a human book. A fiction book at that.
I was still quivering from the aftershocks of whatever that feeling was when Onyx pressed the hard bulge at my entrance. I took in a sharp breath.
“You are so tight, Dreya, that this may take a moment for me to adjust.”
I whimpered and realized I should say something, in case I did anything wrong.
“Onyx?”
He stopped. “What?” He sounded tense, and slightly irritated.
“Please be gentle. This is my first time.”
He stilled, then what sounded like a laugh came out of him. “What?”
“This…..this is my first time.”
He was quiet a little longer than chuckled. “Are you serious?”
I felt a knot form in my stomach. That did not sound like an Alpha male response. That sounded almost like disgust.
I whimpered, and with what little strength I had, I put my hand on his chest to push him away.
“Dreya wait.” His tone changed, sounding unsure. “You really have never had sex before?”
I felt like I was going to break down crying. Now I felt humiliated.
“I have never done anything before. Mr. D’Avare wanted me ‘clean and pure’.”
“Shit!”
Now I really did want to cry. He didn’t want me. I waited for him to pull away, and when he did, I knew I was going to cry.
“Do you want me to stop?” He sounded like he was gritting his teeth.
I quickly responded, “No. No. I want this. I just….wanted to make sure you knew…...in case…...in case…..I’m not good.” My voice dropped off into a whisper.
Onyx sighed. “I will make sure it is good for both of us, hon.”
I felt myself relax a little. I waited, as Onyx still hadn’t moved yet.
“Onyx, are we still going to….you know…….”
He chuckled. “Yes hon, just, just give me a second. You being a virgin is quite…...quite a shock.”
I felt cold. “Is that a bad thing?”
“Honestly, I feel honored to be your first.”
I giggled. “Well, I hope you’re still honored after we’re done.”
He chuckled again. “You really are not what I expected, Dreya.”
“I hope that’s a good thing?”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he started to slowly push into me with his very thick and very hard cock.
I was curious as to if it was really that big, or if it was because I was a virgin and this was my first time.
My focus was ripped back to the current moment as I felt pain. He would stop and let me adjust, but each time he pushed in, it ignited more pain. Was this all it would be? Just pain? Once he was fully in, he sat there, his forehead resting on mine.
“I’m going to start moving, slowly, then I will pick up the pace.”
I whispered, pained, “Okay.”
“It will feel better soon. Just hold on.”
“I trust you, Onyx.”
He tensed, but then began to move as he said, slowly.
After a few slow thrusts, he began to pick up the pace, and the pain eased off as the same feeling I had earlier with his finger came back.
But this time, it was a stronger feeling, and it built up quicker.
His movement came quicker, more erratic. He was breathing heavily and grunting.
“Dreya, I need you close.”
I didn’t know what that meant, but that feeling before the little explosion earlier was building again.
“I...I….I’m feeling…..feeeling….it….”
“Thank goodness.”
He grabbed me aggressively and began pounding into me at a faster pace, as I was moaning and calling out, then I felt that little explosion again as I screamed. Was that normal?
Onyx kept moving, until I heard him yell out, “Yes!” He thrust a couple more times, then dropped on me. He was practically crushing me, when he jerked back.
“Shit, sorry Dreya.” He pushed back slowly, and out of me, making me whimper, then he rolled to the side.
I laid there, wanting him to hold me, but didn’t think I had the right to ask. But after laying there for a few minutes, catching my breath, he suddenly grabbed me and pulled me in to him. I felt relieved and snuggled into him.
That was the scariest, yet best night of my life.