He nodded at me with a soft smile.
I returned to the guest room, and looked around the room. For the first time since coming here, I knew I no longer belonged in here. Maybe it was time to return to the room with Devareaux. We could discuss it later.
After being lost in thought, I shook myself out of it and changed into one of my silky nightgowns. Maybe he would get the hint. I hoped he would. I suddenly felt shy, like this was my first time being with a man.
Once I was ready, I could feel myself shaking. Was this the right move? Did I forgive him too easily? I shook that thought off. It didn’t matter. He had been trying to make us work since I first left him. And now he had publicly shown me, and our world, that he was all in. We deserved a second chance. Didn’t we?
When I reached the door to the master bedroom, I hesitated. I shook it off again, trying to get out of my own head. One step at a time, right?
I knocked. I had barely started to move my hand away when the door flew open. I caught my breath. There stood Devareaux, no shirt and sweatpants hanging low. I could feel my mouth water.Good thing I wanted to be intimate, otherwise that would have been a shameless move on his part.
During the takings, I had been wearing frumpy sleepwear, and we did it in the guest room with the rule he would leave immediately after the taking. We had not been intimate since before I left back to the flat. That was about four to five months ago. Had he been with anyone since then? I hoped not. I didn’t know if I could handle it.
His eyes grew darker quickly and I could tell he was feeling the same way I was.
He faltered as he looked me up and down. He shook his head, then stepped back.
“You never have to knock on this door, Odessa. This will always be your room.”
That settled something inside of me. Soon. Soon I could come back.
I walked in, feeling nervous, probably as nervous as I felt at the first taking.
As I went to lay on the bed, I looked at Devareaux, who stood there, fist clenching, staring at me intensely.
“I had heard you telling the doctor when I was in the recovery facility that you were not taking the full limit of the blood.” He flinched and looked away.
“Have you been since then?”
Without looking at me, he said softly, “Not fully, but more than I was.”
“I want you to take the full blood, Devareaux.”
He looked at me with a pained expression. I held up my hand. “We start new from here. Yes?”
He looked a bit relieved and nodded slightly. “Yes please.”
I smiled at him, then laid down on the bed while continuing to watch him. He moved slowly towards me, his eyes so dark I almost couldn’t see the whites of his eyes. He lookedlike a predator, and I was his prey. That made me shiver in anticipation.
He climbed up towards me slowly, making my heart race and my pulse throb. I was starting to throb between my legs as well. I wanted him so badly.
He stopped, leaning over me and looked down into my eyes. “Will you stay here tonight?” He paused. “With me?”
I nodded, and breathed out, “Yes.”
He smiled wickedly at me. I felt my body shutter. He did something different this time. He pushed himself between my legs and leaned in over me. Usually, he laid next to me and held me. Him being in this position felt dangerous. I wanted to ask him to take me, in more ways than one, but I didn’t want to push him into something he didn’t want. Let him take the blood. Then tomorrow I could ask him. Could I ask him? Would he want to? I had to take the risk. He had taken many risks for me. It was my turn.
He leaned in and did something different again. He licked my bite spot. I moaned loudly. What on earth was that? What was he doing?
I felt him push into my body with his, the pressure of his hardness pressing into my throbbing pussy. It had been too long. I moaned again. I couldn’t control myself. He licked me again.
I moaned his name. “Devareaux, what are you doing?”
“Enjoying my wife. It’s been too long since I have been this close to you like this. Too long.” Then he licked me again, making me arch into him.
Then he bit in, making that euphoria feeling start to course through me. But then he stopped. I could still feel the euphoria feeling thrumming through my body, but I could feel and hear Devareaux, more than I could during previous takings. I didn’t understand what was going on. Devareaux was looking mein the eyes, hovering close to my face, though my eyes were shuttered. I could feel his lips on mine making me moan loudly. His touch intensified the euphoria feeling, making my body shake against his.
“Odessa, my love…..”
