บท 76: 36. Up Where We Belong.
My bath was ready, the warm steam rising from the tub, and then I went to undress when my door creaked open, and Damon himself stepped in. The sound of the door echoed in the room as he silently wandered around. I could hear the soft hum of the air conditioner in the background, creating a cool atmosphere.
His eyes, a deep electric blue, sparkled with a tinge of energy as he explored the room. I could feel the anticipation in the air as he stopped and gently touched the surfaces and walls, his fingertips leaving a faint trail behind. Occasionally, his eyes would turn white, a sign that he was delving into the past. I had hidden the memory away, tucked it deep within myself. This room had been my sanctuary, my recovery space, after that harrowing experience.
Damon finally approached me, his voice breaking the silence. "That memory, give it away. Let it be tomorrow's memory, give it away. It's rotten, and it needs to be gone through properly sometime, but come on, baby. I've seen the worst of it."
His words hung in the air, a mix of concern and determination. He came closer, his gaze shifting to the bathroom, where my bath awaited. I watched as he tested the water temperature, the sound of his fingers breaking the stillness of the room.
"You know that water's pretty fucking cool for you, don't you, miss? And then, if you plan on falling asleep in there, then..." Damon's voice trailed off, filled with a mix of curiosity and caution.
I locked eyes with him and firmly responded, "The memory will come back in time. I'll deal with it on my terms. I will not sleep in the bath. It's just a way to refresh myself."
His gaze intensified as he studied me, his hand reaching out to lift my chin slightly.
"I guess you won't be sleeping again; well, I can't blame you, but do you want to? Yes, I can stay with you for the night and let you sleep," he said softly.
I walked towards the bathroom, the cool tiles soothing my bare feet, and replied, "Thank you. I appreciate it. I'm fine, though. I've had enough sleep for years. Now, I don't need sleep or any kind of rest."
Damon nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Fine," he said, "but I'll still spend the evening and night with you, watching movies or whatever. And missy, now then, keep your senses alert so you don't spend too long in the bath. I'll let half a degree, just half a degree of your core heat escape, and then we'll dry off and we shall enjoy some hot chocolate."
I nodded, the anticipation coursing through my veins, as I made my way into the bathroom. Damon followed closely behind, his presence electrifying.
"Will you control yourself if I undress?" I asked, my voice laced with a mixture of excitement and caution.
Damon lazily gazed at me, his eyes smoldering, and replied in a low, seductive tone, "I don't know, baby. Give it a try. Take it all off."
With a mixture of nerves and desire, I slowly undressed, feeling the heat of my husband's gaze upon me. I focused on maintaining control as I stepped into the inviting warmth of the bath. Damon perched himself on the edge of the tub, his eyes drinking in the sight before him without inhibition.
"Babe, this view is incredible," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "I can't decide if I should savor it or let it ignite a passionate fire in this room."
I glanced at him through my half-closed eyelids, a playful smirk tugging at my lips. "What about Mariella? Shouldn't you be with her?" I asked teasingly.
Damon locked eyes with me, his gaze intense, and responded, "Forget Mariella. Focus on us, baby. Remember who we are, and what we can do. I don't expect you to surrender completely, but come on, let me seduce you for once. Come on, baby. Come on..."
Laughter bubbled from my lips as I shook my head. "That's your specialty, but I must admit, this bath is divine," I remarked, genuinely appreciating the tranquil ambiance.
Damon grunted playfully and reached for the plug, pulling it out with a mischievous grin. I sighed and rolled my eyes, rising from the water's embrace. He swiftly grabbed a towel, his touch anything but clinical, as he began to dry me off. The sensation sent shivers down my spine, and I found myself getting caught up in the moment.
Before I could even wet my hair, we found ourselves entangled in the sheets of our bed. Damon's surprise was evident when he realized it was a waterbed.
"Getting me under you isn't as easy as I thought," I teased, a smirk playing on my lips.
His gaze heatedly met mine, and our passion ignited, consuming us in a wild, rough frenzy as if it were our last day. The waterbed added an element of challenge, but we embraced it with fervor.
Our lips met in fervent kisses, and he relentlessly thrust into me, driving me to the brink of ecstasy repeatedly. Each orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless and craving more.
Finally, he collapsed on top of me, still buried deep inside, and whispered, "So, little girl, was I too much?"
He held my hands in place, his powerful body pressing down on mine, his thick, pulsating cock filling me completely, overwhelming me with a pleasure so intense it threatened to consume me.
He gazed at me intently, his eyes scanning my body before he spoke. "Yes, you are a rather comfortable mattress, baby. It's truly delightful to lie here."
His gaze grew more intense as he continued, "When was the last time you were drained? Have you allowed anyone to savor your blood? And how strong is your bloodlust?"
I met his gaze, taking a moment to respond. "I'll keep my urges in check as long as I can do it my way when it comes to quench my thirst. I'm not particularly inclined to volunteer right now, only when it amplifies my hunger."
Damon studied me carefully and declared, "Then, my dear, it's about time we suppress that bloodlust of yours, so you can indulge in more of my blood and give in with no distressing consequences."
Without hesitation, he sank his teeth into my neck, and a velvety warmth flowed through my veins, causing my consciousness to fade away completely. I couldn't comprehend why. When I regained awareness, I found myself still under Damon's grasp, his fangs piercing my neck, draining my blood.
It felt as though he had consumed me many times over. Though I yearned for blood, I was trapped beneath him. The next time I regained consciousness, I desperately needed blood. I fought with all my strength. Damon refrained from drinking from me this time.
Instead, he looked at me and urged, "Come on, let's see if this helps. Come on, baby, now you're truly surrendering. Now you're drinking eagerly and without restraint. As you can see, I've completely shattered your self-control on this matter. You must drink properly and sufficiently."
He didn't release his grip entirely as I sank my teeth into his neck, gorging his blood. I lost track of time as I drank, not ravaged, but satiated. Eventually, I was completely satisfied. And once again, he drained me dry, and I drank from him until the lust subsided, and the terrible hunger dissipated. We had been engaged in this ritual for four days, preceded by three days of fucking rough and hard like animals, almost. A week had passed, and I did not know about what the outside world had done, as fatigue consumed me entirely.
Damon said, " Come on baby, one problem solved, and as you can see, every day, every memory is good enough. Like I said, I've changed, and those memories have such a fucking good vibe to them, that baby. You recharge me every day. Every memory of every day, every emotion has a power that I used to develop my telepathy and it's good for the whole pack as you can see, I'm mitigating those memories, and everyone I've mitigated, faded because the past is supposed to be the past, it shouldn't be allowed to control the present and your happiness."
His voice was calm, but there was no gentleness or need to be next to me anymore. It seemed that our time had come to an end once again.
Then he got up, pulled away from me, and said, " Well, now you can shower and then come and eat, and I'll go to the kitchen and get everything ready, baby."
Fine. I watched him get dressed and clean himself up with magic. Then he walked away without so much as a kiss. I lay in bed for a while longer, then took a shower, and somewhere in between, it might do me some real good to unload a little pathos, but for some reason, I knew that this creature would have no part of it.
I had nothing against him, but some instinct told me he now wanted to keep his distance from me. And I didn't mind. He said if my memories were too much; he needed to be with Mariella now.
And here was the age-old thing again. Now I was fine—no bloodlust, no medical problem—so Damon was free of me to be with whoever he wanted to be with. It was just a fact I had learned over the years to accept and accept. Even his restless winds had been something that Damien had conjured since he had been part of him.
It had been ingrained in him to leave me when I was fine, not sure if was it because his protector side was calm or what. it was just how things were. There was no more time for him just to be with me, but there was always a reason for him to spend time with me. I'll find myself company if I want to, and I really will. When I wanted a little unblocking, I would have a foursome for that.
I enjoyed a shower and then put on the clothes I'd chosen for myself. I put my hair up and got my make-up on. Yet another sign that he had enough for me. Then I went to the kitchen and sat down. There was a rather nice selection of everything already laid out, and the kitchen was crowded, so I went for a nice meal. It was as usual that food was carried in front of me and I ate and I enjoyed my meal as it was pretty darn tasty.
Salvatores were watching, and even though I sat between Adam and Charles, they didn't mind. So I ate as I was supposed to, and I was good. Mariella was feeding Damon, and the two of them were very glued together, and I didn't care. I had other things to do, and first, I would do some hamster storage and then maybe some crafts. I had had a rather pleasant week, and I felt just fine. My independence was again rising, and I needed some time alone, or not to be stuck with someone.
I thought I'd put together a couple of patchwork quilts because I'd been knitting a lot of patchwork. Sitting and sewing the patches together at your leisure was such a Zen job. Randomly picking up two patches, splicing them, and carrying on was so relaxing. I did not plan my quilts; it was just what came to my hands as I joined them and each of my quilts was unique. They were quite warm and nice to lie on, too.
Then, I joined the double patches together, and that's how it was when I had a good-sized quilt. Then, when the quilt was finished, I would go to the fabric drawer and look for silk. I had a lot of silk; some of it was not so nicely colored, but it was an excellent background fabric for the quilt.
I made quite a few quilts and sewed everything by hand. I had time, and it was a very nice, real autumn job. I could dye some of the silk, of course, but there were a few greys and off-whites, or beige colored, good quality silk but boring colors, but excellent for my quilts.
So I knew what I was doing. And with my little thought stash still working, no one would get a clue. I could be by myself, with my thoughts, and sort out everything I'd been through. I had still my need for solitude and I needed time to think things through in my mind. So much had changed that I needed to kind of process things in my mind. It would be good to reflect ponder and organize my mind. Just let things sort themselves out in my mind itself.
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