Chapter 4 #2
I felt warmth through my chest. Sometimes I wished I had a sibling. Siblings were rare for vampyrs. Most vampyrs were either childless or had only one child. The fact that my blood husband had a siblings was a wonderful rarity. I felt even more special to be paired with him.
His face shifted a bit when he added, “but I don’t have the kind of relationship with my Maman and Father as you do.” He shrugged. “I love them of course, but maybe its different how we are raised among the stations.”
I was not offended by that remark because I was slowly learning there were so many differences among our kind.
We continued talking for about another hour, when we grew quiet. He stared at me in a way that made my whole body hum. Was it time?
A glassy looked came over his eyes as his hand reached for mine without losing eye contact. His large warm hand felt like such a comfort over my tiny one. He squeezed it lightly.
“Are you ready for the night?”
I felt my breath hitch, as I stared at him. Could you fall in love so quickly? Could I be like Mom and fall for my blood husband this fast?
I nodded as I couldn’t seem to get any words past the lump in my throat. I felt myself heat up from nervousness and anticipation.
He stood up, waiting for me, but still holding my hand. I stood, as we continued to stare at each other. He smiled at me, and for the first time, I could see his teeth had extended. He was wanting to take the blood.
He turned away, tugging my hand gently as he guided me out of the living area. We passed Renald who actually had a slight smile on his face and nodded ever so slightly.
I flushed because he likely knew what we were about to do.
Once we were in the master bedroom, I noticed my belongings had been put away.
“You have clothes in the closet, but you can always add more. And one of the maids put your other clothes in the dresser bureau with mine.”
I went to the dresser looking for my nightgown. It wasn’t anything fancy, but hopefully he would like me in it. I loved my nightgown because it was soft and went to just above my knees. I found it quickly and turned to Devareaux. “I’m just going to put my night clothes on.”
He nodded and headed towards the bed, turning down the covers. They looked like silky sheets, making me look forward to trying them.
I rushed into the bathroom, and changed quickly out of my day clothes and into my nightgown. I hesitated, debating if I should remove my panties too, and decided to just do it.
When I emerged from the bathroom, Devareaux was lying on his side, propped up on his arm, shirtless and wearing sweatpants.
His naked chest made me want to run my hands, and tongue, over it as I noticed his sweatpants looked mighty snug.
A plus side to being paired with an aristocrat was the magnificent body structure.
This aristocrat was beyond yummy. My mouth watered just at what I could see.
His eyes roamed over my body and appeared to appreciate it. I had felt apprehensive because of course I wasn’t a mid or high blood born. I had hoped that I would meet my partner’s expectations in the bedroom, so here was the true test.
I walked towards the bed in a leisure manner even though I could feel my body shaking. I slowly climbed into the massive bed, and actually sighed.
“Oh. Those feel so nice.” I ran my hand over the silky bed sheets, slightly distracted from the moment. Realizing I had spent a little too much time admiring the bed sheets, I glanced up at Devareaux who was smirking at me.
I bowed my head in embarrassment. “Sorry.”
He leaned in closer and used his free hand to tip my chin up to meet his eyes. “Do not apologize, my dear wife. I am glad you are able to appreciate the finer things.”
Something about that comment poked at me, but I brushed it aside.
He moved his hand from my chin and reached out, grabbing me around my waist, pulling me quickly to him. I yelped as he pressed me against his bare chest, making my breath hitch. With the way he was looking at me, my eyes began to flutter.
In a rough whisper, Devareaux said, “I need to taste you. Now, wife.”
I felt my body fold into him, as he laid me down on the bed, brushed my hair away from my neck, making me lean to bare it to him.
The movement felt almost automatic. He brushed his hand across my neck, making my hair move and flow out on the pillow underneath me.
He licked my neck, causing me to shiver.
“I hope this does not hurt. But I must taste you”
His teeth punctured my skin, making me yelp, whimper, then moan.
He cupped his hands around my body as he slid his body next to mine.
Then I felt it. A numbing sensation immediately followed by a sense of pure euphoria.
The sensation started at the bite mark, and rolled in waves down throughout my body.
All my senses were heightened, yet when I tried to move, I could not budge.
It was the best pleasure I had ever felt in my life.
I felt a warm, soothing, engulfing fullness takeover me.
There was a soft humming in my ears as I heard Devareaux moaning against me.
I wanted him to touch me, caress me, make love to me.
I felt like I was drowning in the pleasure, when I felt him pull back, and whisper, “Sleep now. More to come tomorrow.”
I didn’t understand what that meant, but I soon slipped into the most welcoming darkness.