Chapter 375: 14. Have You Ever Loved A Woman?
I woke up to Damon's weight pressing down on me, his body covering mine, and his fingers intertwined with mine. The relief and euphoria washed over me like a shimmering silver wave. I realized it had been far too long since I had experienced this, and exhaustion consumed me. Damon remained motionless, his warm breath tickling my neck and his grasp on my hands firm.
As I tried to move, memories of previous awakenings flooded my mind, reminding me that the silver hadn't completely dissipated yet. I attempted to shift a little more, and in response, I sensed the thick velvet-like sensation slowly draining to the back of my neck. Ah, that familiar feeling of not quite being awake.
Succumbing to the overwhelming weariness, I surrendered to sleep as the velvet engulfed me entirely. Despite feeling frail and feeble, I held on to the thought that I was still me, and that was my final conscious notion before darkness claimed me once again.
When I woke up, I was in the upstairs bedroom.
A note on the table read, "Dear future wife, did you know that the press calls you America's Sweetheart? You're a celebrity. I love you and can't wait for our wedding, which I am now planning. Did you know, baby, it's been 28 weeks since you got caught? The most horrible time of my life, yet again. I would have so wanted to take you to the nest, but the fucking nitrogen, silver, and other metals took time to bond. Ruby is fine; she is now one of my vampires, and I whisked her off to Europe for a bit of life. But now our wedding will be epic. You can be sure of that, darling. The kitchen is loaded, so start eating and getting fit. Magnum will be your physiotherapist. All my love, Damon."
Oh, a nickname. Interesting. Well, fine. I got up and took a shower. I was 42 kilos. I still had a long way to go to get in good shape, but now I would have time and peace of mind to do so. It was another epic wedding, for sure. At least they'll be drugged, but I didn't stress about it.
I was a muscle-less whippersnapper, and I knew what lay ahead. I knew exactly what was coming with Magnum, so I already took a patient attitude and knew that it was all uphill from here. I was so happy when Ruby was okay, but Damon was right. I was pretty bloodthirsty, and that was because my vampire side was being surly to Damon; he took my offspring.
So, I drew blood from my stash and tried to drink enough. Magnum was going to be demanding enough without my vampire side giving me problems. Once I had drunk enough blood, I went to the kitchen and had a good meal. I would have time to get my muscles a bit more awake before Magnum would arrive.
Magnum came the next day and kept me entertained for two weeks. My life was sloppy. I got quite a lot of zip ties on myself, quite a fucking lot of taser shots. Magnum was satisfied if I took my fury out because I was extra sloppy at the time. Magnum was cranky with me; now, for the first time, he was tired of me sacrificing myself for others. He vowed that next time, he wouldn't wait if I got caught; he would act.
We were working hard again, and he was always coaching at the same time. I got him to defuse his pathos on me, and Adam was in the house. I told Adam about it, and for some reason, Adam watched several of our sessions to make sure Magnum didn't push me over when he was pissed off, and then Adam fought with Magnum, helping him. Then, I realized how much these two cared about me and how awful that time must have been.
However, after those two weeks, I was 52 kilos. I gained ten kilos, and I was fucking happy.
Magnum said when I told him what the wedding was going to be, "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, it doesn't hurt you to be a bit more calm."
Oh fuck, everyone was in the same boat. It would be a lovely flank wedding; well, if only it were a one-day thing.
Then, when Magnum left, Damon came over. I had just made a big bun dough in the kitchen and was about to make little berry pies when I had gathered all the berries and fruit from outside. I hadn't had time to cook them into jam yet, so I thought I'd just puree them and then put them in the filling.
The table was full of dishes, including apples, pears, strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, and currants. I'd planted some Finnish wild blueberries, and they'd done well, so I actually had a five-liter bucket full of them. I'd got a pretty excellent selection of berry bushes and fruit trees in Chicago over the years. I'd been buying them from time to time and planting them, so they'd always done well.
Blackcurrants had come in pretty damn well now, I had 30 liters of them, and I thought I'd make juice from them. Although Samuel and Adam liked to eat the berries fresh and all of them. In contrast, Damon put them in my smoothies. I was very happy with my harvest.
I wasn't thinking about anything when suddenly someone wrapped their arms around me and playfully nibbled on my ear. Lost in the task of kneading the dough, I hadn't noticed my surroundings.
With a smile on my face, I greeted him, "Well, hello there. Thanks for the rescue. By the way, I don't remember being hurt at all, but I must have been awake at one point; how's the flank planning going?"
Taking my hand off the dough, I carefully covered it with a soft towel, allowing it to rise undisturbed. He gently turned me around, appearing hurt, but with a mischievous smirk on his face.
"A grand church wedding, my love, and a truly extravagant one. You'll be wearing a stunning Nina Ricci dress, already ordered, and no fittings are required. There's another one, a lace-up design. We'll have extensive press coverage and multiple TV channels. We are celebrities, you see. And I won't let you remember the time when you were awake. As a telepath, I'm committed to protecting my wife. But you, my stubborn America's sweetheart, the savior of the innocents, make it quite a challenge."
I nodded, recalling the clips of my dramatic rescue and the numerous witnesses. It had all been worth it. I was filled with happiness. Another wedding was on the horizon, a fresh start. Bran, still wary of Damon, had been distant. However, he was now occupied in Washington and various other places, advocating for werewolves as laws were changed or amended, piece by piece.
I wondered if I'd be wise to marry him, but then again, he's so stubborn that he's got things on me. Fine, then let's have a flank wedding. Damon's passionate kiss overwhelmed me, his lips pressing against mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
As he pulled away, his words filled the room. "It's a three-day wedding; we're getting married in America because you're America's Sweetheart. You wouldn't believe how much has been written and speculated about you. Don't worry. Adam will be on top of it all the time."
I leaned closer to Damon and whispered, "I love you, you know that. But right now, I'm in the middle of making a bun. Please wait; you'll get a fresh bun at some point."
Damon's grip on me remained firm as he replied, "That feeling when I felt those bombs explode inside you or when I saw what shape you were actually in. You know, baby, Mimi. I'd like to take you far away, just keep you to myself, and not let anyone touch you ever again. You can guess how freaking hard it was to get my teeth to work when I had all that fierce nesting instinct, but when I wasn't sure how my teeth would react in the nest."
The shock from everything we experienced still lingered in Damon's eyes. Trying to ease his worries, I shared, "Magnum was furious with me, very angry, and he swore he wouldn't do it again. The only thing I regret is the lost human lives when the rescue was planned."
Damon reassured me, "Baby, don't even go there. Don't even take responsibility for this. You saved over a hundred, and you blew the whole damn thing wide open. Now, they're going to have a much harder time doing it. You know there's a law now that every test must have the written consent of the subject, and it must be done in the presence of witnesses so that no one is drugged or coerced. Every test must have pain relief and must not cause any psychological trauma or damage. In addition, the financiers were tightened up a lot. New tax laws were introduced, and now it was not so easy for them to give money to every shady target. Jake and Rob are dealing with the fleas; you don't have to get involved. Adam knew quite a few lawyers when he told us how these things worked, and your hackers showed us the accounts, so we got proof of that, too. This was a big win, baby, but you almost sacrificed yourself all over again. Did you know you had 25 straps when we caught you?"
I confessed, with a little bit of surprise in my voice. "I didn't know. Silver madness is such that I don't care. I just live for TV shows," I admitted with a hint of resignation.
Damon guided me to the living room, where we settled on the couch. Contentment enveloped me as we lay there, his comforting embrace grounding me in the present moment.
Breaking the silence, I said, "Well, you rest there, and I'll put those buns in the oven. Then you can have a treat. Now my berry bushes and fruit trees are really coming into their own."
Damon grunted in agreement as I stood up, ready to tend to our shared domestic bliss. I went into the kitchen. I started taking berries and fruit and draining the juice out of them.
First, I put raspberries and blueberries in the same container, crushed them a little, and held them in a tight strainer so that the strainer was on top of the bowl and the juice dripped down into the bowl. I was talking to myself while I was doing it and in Finnish. It was sometimes my habit, and I kept my Finnish language skills up.
Mimosa also knew Finnish, as I had always thought in Finnish, so we could sometimes talk with Mimosa for a long time in Finnish.
"Nyt minä valutan nuo ja tuosta tulee sitten jotain sekamehua ja sitten alan leipoa nuo pullat, kunhan nyt noista valuu tuo sekamehu pois.Laitan niihin ripauksen perunajauhoja niin ei ole niin vetelää"
Damon came over to me, wrapped himself up again, and said in a slightly dangerous voice. "you know, baby, I don't speak Finnish. But what's that sex you were talking about?"
Oh, mixed juices. I said, "Seka mehua, I just mixed all those juices. It's Seka mehu in Finnish. "
Damon was quiet for a moment and tasted the juice, looked at me really hot, and said, "Sex juice. This is sex juice. I'll show baby, yes, how to use this."
I took the bun dough and started working on the baking. It had just risen right when Damon came again, wrapped himself up, put his hands on my arms, and we kneaded the dough together. He was all over me; I could feel his hot, hard problem against my back.
He said, "Baby, I have tasted none of those berries, so I don't know if I'm going to let you eat them."
I said nothing, as the mood got pretty heated. I noticed he had now put some crushed strawberries in the spill, too. I divided the bun dough into smaller pieces that would make individual bottoms. Damon broke away, collected all the bun dough from the table, and put it in the freezer.
Then he said, "Now we're not baking tonight, baby; go into the bedroom and undress yourself. I'll be right back and show you what I can do."
I saw him start to put some fruit in the fridge and some in the freezer. He looked at me, smiled dangerously, seductively, and said, " Come on. Go on, I'll get the sex juice ready. You little bitch."
I was pretty wet and went into the bedroom, opened the bed, and stripped naked. I untied my hair and bit myself with a dental product, which made it long, big, curly, and bushy. I spread them over my shoulders so that they covered my breasts and cunt.
The door opened, and Damon came into the room. He looked at me with a sultry smile and said. "'Now I'm going to show you what sex juice is for. "
He came in and tied my hands to the bedpost with spiked shackles. Then, and gave me a mild muscle relaxant on my pelvic floor.
He said," Trust me, baby, this relaxant will take you to new heights. "
He could inject so fucking sexy. Then he undressed himself, and the relaxant felt enough to make me know, and I felt another little piece of control escaping to Damon how I was helpless in his handling. He came to me and poured the icy mixture down my neck.
Ever so slightly, and then he licked it off, slowly and erotically. My nipples got juice, too, my belly button. And my cunt. He poured it down my lower abdomen ever so slightly, so a few drops fell on my cunt, and he licked them and quite a lot of other things off.
The relaxant worked, and oh my god, I came hard when he stuck his tongue deep into my cunt and started fucking me with it. He drained all the juice all over again, starting at the top and ending at the bottom. Then he ate me naughtily, pressing my hips tightly against the bed as I tried to arch my back. I felt a rush of a fluid fly from my pussy. I squirted.
Damon was impressed and immediately went in for a taste. Finally, he unchained me and said, "How do you want to go on, baby? Are you quite ready yet?"
I gathered my composure, put Damon on his back, and took the fluffy handcuffs from my drawer. I said, "My turn. Wait there, and I'll get the supplies."
I went naked into the kitchen and grabbed some cold berries, ready-made canned whipped cream, chocolate, a grater, champagne, strawberries, and passionfruit.
I went over to Damon's and got started.
I sprinkled fruit and berries, opened a passionfruit, squeezed it over his chest, grated chocolate, and poured whipped cream. I also poured some champagne.
Damon said hoarsely. " Now baby, you're being unfair. All I had was sex juice, and you're making yourself a meal. I'm getting hungry too, so you'll have to be the tray."
I laughed. I said in a lustful voice, " What can I do when I'm just another little bitch? Now I'm going to use you, Salvatore."
I started to eat. Slowly, licking, chewing, biting. Then I moved down and put whipped cream on his dick. I sucked, I enjoyed it. I took a generous gulp of the lovely, warm, thick passion nectar straight from the fountain and made the husband-to-be pant.
The handcuffs were broken pretty quickly, and he sank his fingers into my hair as I sucked his glans and bit the shaft of his cock simultaneously, squeezing and scratching his hot, heavy balls. Then he couldn't take it anymore and pulled me up and kissed me. Fucking possessively, passionately, longingly.
He spun me under him and penetrated me right to the base of my cunt. The relaxant didn't take the burn away, and I felt myself slowly moistening and adjusting to this hot, hard, piercing cock inside me. He began to thrust into me again and again, hard and relentless. He didn't wait to see if I was ready or not. He gave no mercy when he took.
Again, we had no boundaries, nothing but the two of us. We were each other. We had missed and needed this for so long. We were both equally passionate, biting each other and possessing. Now, there was no thought of the past or the future; now, we were just each other. Passionate.
We fucked for a month. A whole four weeks. It's good that neither of us took the time to go to the toilet when we needed it so badly. We were just in our bedroom and passionate about each other. We'd take a shower and fuck in there, too. Damon had marked me all over and really hard because I've never felt such a hard burn in any mark that I always had for a couple of days.
I lay on top of Damon after that month and said. " You know what? Well, maybe you can smell what came over me?"
I was in preheat. But I was now so well fucked I didn't feel the need right away. Damon grunted. I looked at him, and he looked back hotly. For some reason, that man has a sexy growl.
Damon said, " Do you know, baby, the details of the 21 men you fucked on the boat that night?"
I nodded and said, "I can be a nasty little bitch when I want to be, and I have my fuck phone, just like you. And I will not use it, at least not yet, unless you give me a reason to."
Damon's expression was inscrutable.
He looked at me for a moment and said, "Well, that's a matter to be settled in the future. I've already shown you the fate of the women on my phone. Do you have the same intentions?"
I said, " Nope. I'll just leave that phone alone. A backup plan, and there should always be a backup plan."
Damon kissed me passionately and once again pinned me under him and fucked me until my heat went on. Then we went to shower and have breakfast. I was a bit confused now, but I went with the flow and went downstairs for breakfast, where Bran, Adam, and Samuel could clearly smell what was going on with me.
Then Bran grinned, and Adam said, " Really? One of those?" Bran nodded, and now I wasn't up to speed about what was happening. I continued with the breakfast that Damon had fixed for me.
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