“Hmmm…..” That’s all I could manage to squeeze out of me. As I looked into his eyes, I fell in love with him all over again. I hoped he would not hurt me again. I could see the love and want in his eyes.
“Let me love you the way you deserve.”
I didn’t understand what that meant.
“Can I?”
I didn’t know what he wanted to do, but I didn’t have it in me to fight anything.
I moaned out, “Yes.”
He smiled beautifully at me, making me smile back, my eyes still hooded.
He pulled away, making me whimper.
“I’m still here, my love. I am not going anywhere.” His voice sounded quiet and distant.
I felt weak and submissive. He was gone for some time, but when he returned to me, he was completely naked. He pressed his hard cock in between my legs, making me arch into him and moan. I could feel how wet I was between my legs, and I knew it when a finger touched me, making me writhe and moan. I couldn’t control my body if I wanted to.
“You are wet, my love. I need you so badly.”
He leaned in and bit me again, but then released me as I moaned and arched into him. I felt his hands more than saw them, as I felt his hands sliding up my bare thighs, until I could feel my gown slide up slowly over my skin, tickling me. I shuddered again as I felt him lift my back off the bed and my gown was gone. I looked up to see Devareaux looking over my naked body,then he licked his lips. I moaned again. I had never made so much noise before in my life. This whole experience was erotic.
He leaned back in over me, looking me in the eyes, his eyes hooded now too.
“I need you now, my love.”
Without waiting, he pushed his very hard cock slowly into my pussy. He groaned the entire way in. I couldn’t really move, so I had to lay there, but that didn’t slow Devareaux down one bit. Once fully in, he paused, leaning his forehead against mine, his breathing already ragged.
“I missed this. Especially with you, my love.” He paused. “My darling, blood soul.”
I whimpered. I could feel tears in my eyes. “Please.”
He started to move and the feeling was ten times more intense than regular sex. Now I understood why Mom and Dad thought so highly of this experience. It was another level of bonding, connecting, coming together.
As he was pumping in and out, I could feel my orgasm getting closer. Just when I didn’t think I was going to reach my peak, Devareaux bit down again into my biting spot, making me explode. The longest, loudest moan escaped me as I felt myself being pulled under into utter blissful darkness.
I woke up sometime later, likely near early morning, when I felt Devareaux’s hand on my ass. I could feel the tears start to fill my eyes again, and didn’t realize I was crying until I felt Devareaux shift under me, and pull my chin up to look at him.
He looked concerned. “What is it, Odessa?”
“You….you…..took me….during the taking…..”
“I did. Is that a bad thing?”
I shook my head as he let my chin go, and I leaned into him. “My parents have done it and told me what an important act it is for blood partners.”
He sighed. “When I was younger, I had asked my father what it meant. Being the young impressionable aristocrat that I was, I took what he said as a bad thing.”
“What did he say?”
“That if you were intimate with a partner during the taking, you were basically saying they were not only your equal, but even elevated to you.”
I sucked in a breath.
“My parents obviously never partook in such an act, but I had since wondered if I even wanted a marriage like theirs. After I almost lost you, I was willing to do anything for you. Anything.”
I looked up him, putting my hand to his chest, right where his heart was.
