skin. “I think the magic running between us must be magnifying everything though.
I pulled his mouth back to mine, unable to get enough of him. “Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.”
The two of us experienced something together we never had before. I hadn’t thought our physical relationship could get any better, but I was proven wrong.
Everything about this night was magical. Our powers began to dance together in unison, wrapping us in our own little cocoon, where every touch, breath, and movement was heightened to a level of extreme intensity. In the end, when he couldn’t hold himself back any longer, he bit into me once again.
For some reason the bite didn’t hurt me this time. I didn’t know if it was just the heat of passion, but it almost felt good as he fed on me, and I held him close to my neck until I grew too weak to continue.
He pulled away then, as my arms fell to my sides in exhaustion, leaving me surprised that he’d been able to stop.
He looked at me, his demon face full of concern.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m more than okay,” I replied breathlessly. My eyelids drooped heavily, though I tried to keep them open.
He leaned down to place a kiss on my cheek.
“Thank you, Portia, for everything,” he whispered and he nuzzled closely to me his breath hot against my face.
“No. Thank you.” I mumbled with a sigh, and he chuckled slightly.
“Go ahead and sleep, baby,” he encouraged me. “Your body needs to regenerate.”
“I don’t want to,” I muttered, unable to keep my eyes open. “I want to spend every second I can with you.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” He moved to shuffle our positions, rolling me over so my head was lying on his chest, and he picked up some of my hair, letting it spill over him. He began running his fingers through the thick strands, and the motion relaxed me even more.
“You are so beautiful,” he spoke quietly.
“Vance, I love you,” I whispered, before I faded away into unconsciousness, never knowing if he said anything in reply.
Chapter 10
I awoke in the morning wrapped in Vance’s arms, my back against his chest. I didn’t know if he was awake yet or not, so I chose to lie motionless, trying not to disturb him.
It spoke volumes that he was still here with me, and I wondered if having my blood twice yesterday was helping with his control.
I needed to reconsider things due to the circumstances. I was the obvious choice for him to feed on. He couldn’t do any long term damage to me, and I couldn’t be changed into a demon. If I continued to let him drink from me at regular intervals, it would keep him from searching blood out from a different source—possibly killing, or turning, another witch or warlock.
Originally, I abhorred the idea of doing this, since all of my past experiences with demons revolved around the fact that feeding on blood was bad. But now, because we’d received the Awakening, I’d become the perfect candidate.
I also wasn’t too keen on experiencing the pain of his bite over and over again. Last night, though, was different. I almost desired the sting instead of fearing it. Maybe there was something to the aspect of allowing him to feed in the throes of passion.
A slight flush crept up over my skin when I remembered the night prior. The experience had been wonderful, for both of us, and I figured we had our recent increase in powers to thank for it. I was greatly anticipating any repeat of the performance he might want to give me.
Putting my mind back to task, I realized Vance and I needed to have a serious talk with each other. I hoped he would be in a good mental place when he woke up. I really wanted to work this situation out between us.
If he were willing, we could perhaps try to stave off the demon tendencies that threatened to drive him crazy by training him to bring the white witch and Awakening qualities to the
I pulled his mouth back to mine, unable to get enough of him. “Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.”
The two of us experienced something together we never had before. I hadn’t thought our physical relationship could get any better, but I was proven wrong.
Everything about this night was magical. Our powers began to dance together in unison, wrapping us in our own little cocoon, where every touch, breath, and movement was heightened to a level of extreme intensity. In the end, when he couldn’t hold himself back any longer, he bit into me once again.
For some reason the bite didn’t hurt me this time. I didn’t know if it was just the heat of passion, but it almost felt good as he fed on me, and I held him close to my neck until I grew too weak to continue.
He pulled away then, as my arms fell to my sides in exhaustion, leaving me surprised that he’d been able to stop.
He looked at me, his demon face full of concern.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m more than okay,” I replied breathlessly. My eyelids drooped heavily, though I tried to keep them open.
He leaned down to place a kiss on my cheek.
“Thank you, Portia, for everything,” he whispered and he nuzzled closely to me his breath hot against my face.
“No. Thank you.” I mumbled with a sigh, and he chuckled slightly.
“Go ahead and sleep, baby,” he encouraged me. “Your body needs to regenerate.”
“I don’t want to,” I muttered, unable to keep my eyes open. “I want to spend every second I can with you.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” He moved to shuffle our positions, rolling me over so my head was lying on his chest, and he picked up some of my hair, letting it spill over him. He began running his fingers through the thick strands, and the motion relaxed me even more.
“You are so beautiful,” he spoke quietly.
“Vance, I love you,” I whispered, before I faded away into unconsciousness, never knowing if he said anything in reply.
Chapter 10
I awoke in the morning wrapped in Vance’s arms, my back against his chest. I didn’t know if he was awake yet or not, so I chose to lie motionless, trying not to disturb him.
It spoke volumes that he was still here with me, and I wondered if having my blood twice yesterday was helping with his control.
I needed to reconsider things due to the circumstances. I was the obvious choice for him to feed on. He couldn’t do any long term damage to me, and I couldn’t be changed into a demon. If I continued to let him drink from me at regular intervals, it would keep him from searching blood out from a different source—possibly killing, or turning, another witch or warlock.
Originally, I abhorred the idea of doing this, since all of my past experiences with demons revolved around the fact that feeding on blood was bad. But now, because we’d received the Awakening, I’d become the perfect candidate.
I also wasn’t too keen on experiencing the pain of his bite over and over again. Last night, though, was different. I almost desired the sting instead of fearing it. Maybe there was something to the aspect of allowing him to feed in the throes of passion.
A slight flush crept up over my skin when I remembered the night prior. The experience had been wonderful, for both of us, and I figured we had our recent increase in powers to thank for it. I was greatly anticipating any repeat of the performance he might want to give me.
Putting my mind back to task, I realized Vance and I needed to have a serious talk with each other. I hoped he would be in a good mental place when he woke up. I really wanted to work this situation out between us.
If he were willing, we could perhaps try to stave off the demon tendencies that threatened to drive him crazy by training him to bring the white witch and Awakening qualities to the
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