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I pull her face to mine, and we begin to make love once more.
TWENTY-THREE
TESSA
Somehow, three blissful years have flown by. If you had told me as I worked on my parents’ farm that I would be where I am today … living on an isle of demons, having mated and wed one, and produced two children with him … I would have said that you were utterly insane.
But then, truth is truly stranger than fiction, isn’t it? My life isn’t something I could have previously imagined, despite the fact that I possess the propinquity for yarn spinning. My imagination and willingness to dream have saved my life in the past, but even the visions in my own mind could not have conjured the satisfaction and beauty of my existence.
Varzig has thrived as the King’s guard. The position is usually reserved for the more intellectual of demons upon the isle, which means that one of his kind had never been appointed. He was the first and has pleased the King greatly with his cunning and innovative way of thinking.
Though, he does say that he has me to thank for that.
“You are the artist in the family,” he said with a wink at the breakfast table.
I sit next to him in our dining room, which is bright and stunning in its majesty. Varzig made haste with making love in every room of the new elegant lair appointed to him, which was a magical source of adventure … before our children came about, that is.
I’m wearing a robe over my nightgown, my hair disheveled from the night's previous lovemaking, done silently and sexy in the shower of our bedroom. The twins are young but eager for our attention and love. We haven’t had a lot of time lately to devote to each other, which in the past year or two, meant less sex.
Sex with Varzig is unlike any form of intimacy I’ve ever experienced in my life. It’s easy to become addicted to the physical aspect of it all, the attention he pays to my desires, the way orgasms loosen up the tension in my bones. But watching him become a father and share his innermost dreams with me has enhanced the physical aspect of our love in ways no storybook could summon.
Not even an ancient artifact.
I shake my head, raising my cup of coffee to my lips. It’s the demon realm’s version of coffee, which is far more potent for my human body than Varzig’s.
“You underestimate yourself, as always,” I muttered with pursed lips. “It sometimes takes an artist to cope with that King, trust me.”
Varzig is gobbling down breakfast before the twins rise from bed. Abigail and V get up earlier and earlier these days, which only gives us the briefest of moments to indulge in each other before we must tend to them.
Today, we are all going through the portal to visit my parents. It has nearly been a year since we last visited, and they had yet to meet our children. They were a bit taken aback the last time we visited, which was when I informed them about my pregnancy. Varzig wasn’t surprised, though. The blend of a demon and a human often makes people uncomfortable.
I’m not apprehensive, but I wonder if Varzig is. He is often one to consume food too quickly, yet, there is an uneasiness about the way he is absorbing his sustenance this morning. Normally I’m able to calm him down with a single touch, so I reach over and run my hand over his bouncing knee.
“Are you okay about today?” I asked him inquisitively. “It’s okay if you’re not.”
He cocked an eyebrow and gazed down at my hand. I feel a rush of warmth, thinking about how he held me last night in the shower, lovingly finding the sweet spots that cause stress to pour out of me.
“I’m fine,” he said, smirking. “Especially if you move your hand over to the right.”
I slide my tongue out just in time to hear the kids start calling out for their mom and dad.
Varzig groaned sarcastically, then finished off his food. He lifted my hand to his face and gently kissed the back.
“I will tell you if I’m not, I promise.”
Varzig is a man of his word, which is a big part of why our relationship has flourished. He tells me when he is upset or if something is wrong, and I tell him. We love each other too much to lie and deceive, even if what we feel is something the other may not like.
“Okay,” I whisper, beaming at my beloved.
The kids began to howl, and Varzig rose from the table.
“Okay, let’s get these spawns UP AND AT THEM!”
Varzig retrieved the children, and we both fed them their breakfast. Both of them being part demon has given me some challenges … ones that I hadn’t previously expected.
As part demon, it’s likely that one or both of the children will possess a special ability, likely being strength due to Varzig’s Gilak blood. But as my darling informed me, there is always a possibility of something new, especially since human blood is mixed in there.
I have seen Abigail attempt to move things by simply looking at them. I think something even rattled once under her gaze. I can already tell that V has strength, but he also loves to daydream out the window, imagining a world beyond the field of ash.
