Damien
I pull away from the kiss and look at Clara as she catches her breath. I can’t stop myself from capturing her lips and kissing her again. I want to assure myself that she is here with me. That she is safe.
We both pull away and stare into each other’s eyes. I can’t even imagine what she has been through. I don’t want to talk about it now. I just want to put all of it aside for a moment so that I can enjoy this good moment of reunion with my girl.
I hold the hem of her blouse and slowly begin to lift it off her. I feel like I haven’t showered for days. I just want to wash all this away and freshen up.
She doesn’t stop me. She let’s me lift it over her head and off her body. I also undo her bra and set her breasts free. Just looking at her gorgeously naked chest infront of me is enough to get me hard and needy for her.
It’s so astounding how the body works. Maybe all this stress is going to end with a heavy arousal. I hold her beautiful breasts in both my hands and fondle them softly. Her breathing hitches and she pushes her chest into my hands offering herself to me.
I don’t think we are going to be able to make it to the bathroom. All my attention has diverted to pleasuring this beauty infront of me. I cover my mouth over hers so that I can absorb her moan. I continue my assault on her breasts, kneading and rolling her nipples between my fingers.
“Mmm…” she moans and closes her eyes. I don’t stop kissing her lips, going down to her cheek and neck. Ahh.. that sweet spot on her neck that throbs with blood. Her blood is so uniquely tasty. It is a complex mixture of werewolf blood and the woman I love. It is just so good I could fantasize about feeding on her but I would just suck her dry if I dared.
I nibble on that spot where I marked her as mine. She throws her head back to give me better access. Does she want to me to mark her again? The thought of it makes my fangs elongate in anticipation. I scrap my fangs over her skin asking her for permission.
“Do it. Just do it please,” she murmurs. Okay, baby. You know you don’t have to ask twice.
I sink my fangs carefully into her skin and her blood gushes into my blood. Oh, yes! I hold her waist and press her closer to me while I suck on her.
Her sweet blood enters my systems, refreshing them and bringing them back to life.
Control! Control!
Oh, god! I pull my fangs out of her despite the will of my body and the immediate addiction to taste her blood. I lick the spot and watch it as it seals. God thing I pulled out before I went to far.
I then look her in the eyes, a huge grin forming on my face.
“You taste incredible,” I tell her. She gives me a coy smile and then bites on her plump lower lip.
“I could feed on you for the rest of my life if you weren’t so addictive. It is so hard to pull out on time because of how good you taste. I don’t want to suck you dry though,” I tell her and she chuckles softly. I lick my lips and look at her bare chest.
Despite my selfish evil intentions of getting her completely naked and throwing her onto the bed, I have to put into consideration that she has had a really hard time and she is undoubtedly tired.
I carry her directly to the bathroom and put her carefully on the floor so that she can stand on her feet. I squat in front of her and undo the crotch of her jeans. I pull the jeans slowly down her legs and she steps out of them. She is left in only her panties. I bury my face against her crotch and inhale the scent of her arousal.
Oh, god! She smells so good!
I slowly peel the panties off her body down her legs and she steps out of the them. Despite my very strong needs right now, I have to put it in my mind that Clara is really tired despite her arousal. I can’t do this.
Maybe after she rests and regains her energy. God! When did she even last eat? I don’t think Lazarus had the courtesy of feeding her while he held her captive in that damn house. I have to fix her something to eat after cleaning up.
Clara begins to undo the buttons of my shirt in attempt to get me undressed. I hold her hands to halt her.
“Don’t bother yourself. I can take care of that,” I tell her and peck her lips. She doesn’t argue with me. She just let’s go and I go ahead to remove my clothes. I put away our clothes and then turn on the shower. For some good time, we stand under the shower and let the water wash over us while I hold Clara in an embrace.
We just stand there, not moving while listening to the sound of the water splashing onto the floor and our calm breathing. I close my eyes, hoping that the water will be able to also wash away the exhaustion in my head.
I wrap Clara in a towel and carry her to the bedroom. I place her carefully on the bed and head to the closet to find her something she can put on for the rest of the night. It is already morning anyway. It is four o’clock in the morning but I hope Clara will be able to get some rest.
I pull on some drawstring pants and a shirt. I also get Clara a grey t-shirt that I am sure will work just fine. I watch in admiration as she throws on the shirt and it reaches just above her knees. All I need to do is stop thinking about the fact that she has nothing under that shirt and everything will go well.
“I know you are really hungry. I don’t think you have had anything to eat since, you know, yesterday morning in case you really had breakfast. Would you like me to go fix you something to eat down stairs?” I ask her.
She first looks at me thoughtful and I can tell that she is planning to lie to me.
“No, am fine. Just come to bed and we sleep,” she replies.
“I wasn’t expecting you to tell me the truth so I am not taking your permission. I am going to get you something to eat anyway. Your health is my priority and I don’t want you falling ill under my care,” I tell her.
“Don’t worry. It’s going to be quick. I will prepare you something simple,” I say.
“Can I come with you?” she asks.
“Okay,” I respond and she gives me a bright smile.
Reaching the kitchen, I open the refrigerator and check for where to begin. Clara just leans against the counter and watches me carefully as I look in the fridge. There is a box of milk. Well, that will keep her occupied as I prepare something.
“There is some milk but it is cold. Should I heat it up for you?” I ask her.
“No, it’s okay,” she replies and I hand her the milk.”It isn’t that cold anyway.”
I also get her a glass and she pours the milk there. I watch as she takes a sip from the milk and the way she licks her lips. Oh god! Why is that so hot?
“I hadn’t realized how thirsty I was until now,” Clara says after downing half way through her glass of milk. I just give her a a peck on her lips, tasting the milk there. The milk isn’t that gross but I won’t give it a thought about being included on my diet.
I lift her off the floor and place her on top of the counter making her shriek with giggles. Just sit there and drink your milk as I prepare something for you.
“Maybe I should do it, Damien. You have already done a lot,” she says.
“It’s okay, Clara. I am not exhausted at all and I can’t be when it comes to you. Besides, you’ve already fed me. I don’t see why I shouldn’t return the favour,” I tell her and she gives me a shy smile.
I look through the fridge again. I can see eggs and some vegetables. Victoria has been doing some grocery shopping lately just in case Clara comes over and l has to feed. I should remember to give her credit for that. It really makes me proud knowing my family really cares so much for my partner despite everything.
I look through the pantry for some necessary ingredients and get busy with being Clara’s hot Vampire chef, like she called me. I can feel her gaze on me through out the entire process. I am still surprised that she isn’t dozing. It is already morning but I don’t want her to go t bed on an empty stomach. I want her to have a peaceful rest inorder to recover from this traumatizing experience. I don’t care if it means being a the kitchen preparing a meal for her at four o’clock in the morning.