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  “Well I guess we let the cat out of the bag on that one didn’t we.” He chuckled.

  “This isn’t funny. I don’t want to confuse them. What if….” He didn’t let her finish before his mouth was pressed to hers again settling her, confusing emotions of relief, concern, fear, and something she didn’t know how to put into words.

  He pressed his forehead to hers and she breathed against him. “Do you want to come in? See what it’s like to spend the evening with a couple of mischievous kids after a rowdy day of school.”

  “Are you sure that’s what you want?” Damien questioned her.

  “You know it is.” She smiled reaching for the knob and going in. She could feel his presence following her in. Her inner self was quickly excited at the control she now realized she had on him.

  “Don’t let it go to your head my Sweet. You have yet to see the control I have on you. In time. In time.”

  Taylor didn’t reply to that as she grabbed the back packs pulling out the papers inside.

  “I have an idea. What do you guys want for supper?” Damien questioned the little ones.

  Here we go. Pizza screaming fest. Taylor looked at Damien and he smiled briefly before looking back at the twins. They looked at each other and then instantaneously and perfectly in unison screamed. “PIZZA!” Taylor laughed. See, told ya. I know my kids.

  Damien laughed with her. “Pizza it is. Give me a few and let me know what kind. I’m going to go pick it up while you guys get your homework done. Be back in a few.” He looked at both of them waiting for an answer to a secret question.

  Again they look at each other smiling. They both turn back to Damien and excitedly shake their head yes. With long strides his hands gripped Taylor’s neck, then gently he pressed his mouth to hers. Differently than before. PG13 if you will.

  The kids burst into laughter clapping their hands. Jesus what I am doing?

  “Seeya in a few then?” Was all she could whisper. It was more than a question then a statement though.

  “A few. Let me know.” Was his last remark as he walked out the door. Damn she hated to see him go, but she didn’t mind the view from staying behind.

  “Mommy you ok, your face is really, really red?” She startled at Ashley’s question. “Is that what happens when a boy kisses you?” She was so serious.

  “Yes, I’m fine. No that’s not what happens and let’s get this homework done so when he gets back we are all done ready to go.”

  “Ok first word blue.” She watched as they both started writing their spelling word three times. They go through each word before Taylor remembered what he had said. Pepperoni please with extra cheese.

  Eight more words later and just in time, they were done and the pizza was back. “I stopped and rented a movie for us to watch while we eat if that’s ok.”

  “Depends on what movie you got. These two are picky if you haven’t noticed.”

  “Well I thought of that. And then I also thought that I couldn’t go wrong with something they haven’t seen before so I chose. Harry and the Henderson’s.”

  “What?” Zach asked.

  “Are there any princesses in it?” Ashley questioned.

  The ‘oh shit’ look on his face made Taylor hide her smile. He really did care what they thought and how they felt.

  “Well no, there aren’t any princesses in it because well, I couldn’t find a movie with a princess as pretty as you.” Damien told her. Taylor thought how impeccably genius his words were at times. Perfect answer as her face lit up responding and understanding what he had said.

  “Can we watch it now?” Zach’s voice was full of excitement as Taylor was sure because the movie didn’t involve a princess or pink. They both turned looking at her waiting not so patiently for her answer.

  “You put the movie in and Damien and I will get your plates ready ok.” The words had hardly left her mouth and they darted off to the living room.

  She looked over at Damien as she closed the gap between them, this time taking the lead she kissed him. Not a kiss of the lust that took control of her body whenever he was around or in her thoughts. But her way of showing him how truly thankful she was for him and what he was doing with her kids, for her kids, and for her.

  When she finally tapped into her will power and ended the kiss his eyes smiled back at her hitting her with an unexpected feeling. No don’t say it. Don’t think it. She quickly turned away and started grabbing plates and glasses. His arms came around her waist pulling her back into him. He rested his chin on her shoulder.

  “Thank You. I needed to hear that.” And then he released her. When they finished with preparing they carried them to the living room. Zach and Ashley had the movie ready and were sitting at their Mickey Mouse table waiting patiently.

  Taylor took her spot hitting play from the remote. She listened as Zach and Ashley laughed harder than she had heard them do in a while. She was more amused with watching the twins than watching the movie. She found herself laughing just as hard as they were.

  She sat her plate down on the coffee table snuggling in close to Damien taking in his scent. Trying to take it all in, so her nares were programmed to remember it on her command. The feeling of being in his arms, snuggled against his chest.

  “Same way here Sweet.” His words were filled with a deep emotion leaving Taylor wondering which emotion it was.

  “How did you know what I didn’t say or think for that matter?”

  “Because I felt it the same time you realized what it was. I know we only just met officially three days ago, but it was meant to be. Fate. I love you. You love me. You’ve made me a very happy vamp as you so often refer to me.” She could feel his grin.

  She did love him. She didn’t know how. She didn’t care why. She knew it was crazy as hell though. Three day and she was in love with a vampire. A Vampire! It didn’t even bother her that he was technically dead. No heartbeat. So why was it she had never felt more alive than she did around him?

  She heard him growl and she knew it was her uncontrollable thoughts, that had his undies in a wad but she couldn’t exactly help what thoughts invaded her head. My fucked up head.

  “If I hear you refer to your pretty little head again as fucked up you won’t be able to sit down for a week. Understand me?”

  “Yes Sir.” She fought not to laugh.

  “Now that’s what I’m talking about. Definitely more like it.” He chuckled back at her.

  “Shhh.” Ashley turned to them and then quickly she was back watching T.V. and Taylor again had to struggle with the urge of laughter. She laid her head back into his chest trying to concentrate on Harry and not Damien’s scent.

  Chapter Nine

  Her eyes opened to the movement of floating. Damien carried her to her bed and laid her down softly. She rubbed her eyes clearing the sleep and feeling of sand. “Where are the kids?” She asked as she stretched out.

  “Tucked nice, warm and snug in their beds.” He tugged at the buttons on her flannel shirt smiling at her.

  “I didn’t read them a story. I always read them a story.” Guilt filled her voice. Every night since they were one I have read them a story. This was the first time I hadn’t other than our one date night.

  She didn’t feel guilty that night because she wasn’t home and that in itself was enough to make her guiltameter go off the charts. But this was different. She was home and she didn’t read to them.

  “I took care of it. Ashley picked A Princess and Me, which was rather interesting by the way. Zach chose Away which is a rather long story I might ad. He didn’t make it through the first two chapters and he was out cold.” He opened her shirt and started planting sweet little kisses up her abdomen.

  “They didn’t get a bath.” He stopped.

  “They have been fed, bathed, played with, and tucked in nice and tight, and their stories read. I took care of it. Just lay there with your mouth shut, stop worrying and let me do what I do best.” His words were strong.

>   She didn’t know how to take him in this moment. Was he irritated or was he something else.

  “Oh it’s definitely something else.” She heard the passion blooming out from his voice now and she liked the something else he was talking about. She liked it a lot.

  “What’s your favorite book?” He questioned her. What? Really? Seriously? You want to know my favorite book while you are kissing my breast?

  “Yes. Just answer the question. You’re tense. You need to relax.” He didn’t stop his journey of kissing every last inch of her chest, abdomen and neck.

  “I’ll relax if you keep doing what you’re doing.” She was procrastinating, trying to get enough time maybe he would forget the question.

  “If you don’t answer me. I won’t keep doing what I’m doing and this time I will leave you hanging and I know you don’t want that.”

  “I’m not telling you.” There is no way in hell. You know it already you just want to hear me say it.

  “You can say it, or I can spank you until you say it. I hope you go with option B as I do love it when my hand stings.” His voice was filled with excitement.

  Well thinking of that isn’t exactly gonna make me relax. “Um, how about I just tell you you’re on the right track.” She heard his chuckle the same time she felt it vibrate against her skin.

  “Oh gotta love kink.” Her breathing became unsteady and suddenly she was regretting reading that series after all because apparently he knew it to.

  “Um, I didn’t like all of it you know.” Her voice shook . Again his laughter which sounded almost evil was heard. She grew nervous inside. Apprehension soon faded away quickly as his fingers tugged her sweats, sliding them down torturously slow down her legs and off.

  “Not tonight Taylor, but soon. Very, very soon.” Were the last words to her before he positioned himself above her and thrust his cock deep inside her plunging away all her worries and fears.

  “Oh,,,” She cried out moaning as he picked up the pace. Taking her to places she had never been before even with him. Every time they made love he up’d the ante higher than before.

  Emotionally.

  Physically.

  “Oh,,, sweet mother of God.” The explosion of her orgasm and the feel of him thrusting in and out of her brought stinging tears to her eyes. Hell with fighting them. It felt so good to be with him, in his arms, his cock filling her to the max, and his scent filling the air around them.

  “Damien, what’s it feel like?” She wanted to know. She felt him hesitate as he stilled.

  “Well, honestly, a lot like now. It’s not like the movies where blood sprays everywhere, it’s more erotic. Arousing. It’s hard to explain it.” His lips curled as he began to thrust again.

  “Do it.” This time she wasn’t asking him for anything, she was telling him. But again she stopped all movement.

  “Taylor, I don’t feed from humans. I told you that.” His words were almost harsh.

  “I want to know what it’s like.” Damn you!

  “Taylor, you don’t understand.”

  “I do. Do it!”

  “If I do this, you promise me right now, you’ll be mine forever.” His eyes were turning red. He was excited. But was it from feeding or from her?

  “Ok. Forever. I promise.” Those were the last words before he was kissing her body again.

  His lips brushed over hers and then latched on to her chin, her jaw, nipping along the way with his teeth. Down her neck. A brush of a tongue against her jugular and his mouth was back on hers. She pulled away looking at him questioning him.

  “Sweet, there is no way I could ever do that to you now. I can’t and I won’t. But for you to offer and then not to pull away, well it’s, an extraordinary feeling.”

  “What do you mean for now?” What’s the difference between now and later?

  “If you change it’s different. There will be some trying tribulations later. Not now.”

  “What do you mean by tribulations?”

  “Because you have to know when enough is enough and when to stop. It’s not easy to stop once you get that taste.”

  Ok enough with that. She didn’t want to hear about trying tribulations. She had enough worries to think about.

  Ok then. No sucky sucky. Too bad. I rather enjoyed the idea of it. She gave him the incentive to do the kind of sucky sucky she had come to crave. Dream about. Yearn for.

  “Oh, I think I can manage that one.” A sly smile graced his lips then they were on her. Kissing, licking and sucking his way down. Really far down. She gasped as he bit into her upper inner thigh. No pain. Disturbing places to the right of his teeth.

  One lick later she cried out loudly as he flicked his tongue across her clit. He sucked it into his mouth causing her to scream out from the pleasure that he was awakening inside her.

  “You’re gonna have to be a little on the quiet side. You don’t wanna wake the kids up do ya?”

  “I can’t help it. Please.” Jesus I’m begging you already.

  “Sweet, you have to be quiet.” He stopped touching her. She opened her eyes to find him staring down into hers.

  “I’ll try.” Get back to work. She smiled briefly.

  “I’ll try not to educate you in the world of bondage tonight, but gagging may come in handy if you can’t control your mouth and the noises you tend to make.” Oh Fuck! The look in his eyes. Raw, pure excitement. He wanted to gag her. There was no doubt in her mind.

  “Among other things. Don’t tempt me. Now quiet.” His mouth remained straight. She felt uneasy with his stare, until his tongue flicked and tasted again.

  “Hmmm.” Again she didn’t control her sound level.

  “Oh Sweet. There you went and did it.”

  She stilled. Remembering what he said about gagging her. “No. I’ll be quiet, promise.” And his mouth was back on her.

  She bent her index finger biting down on her knuckle as he continued with his insane assault. Oh my God! She could feel one finger going in her now, then two. He thrust them in and out of her. Quickly. With his palm he teased her clit while massaging the utter most sweet spot inside her.

  She was close. Right there. She knew it was. “Please, it’s too much, please. Just wriggle your nose!” She begged for an orgasm. Relief. Pleasure.

  Immediately after speaking the words she exploded out around him, jerking away from his touch uncontrollably. He followed grabbing her hips, he leached on to her clit with his mouth and sucked with a vengeful meaning.

  She bucked against him trying to break his contact but it was no use. He had hold of her and her hips weren’t moving. He kept her planted flat against the mattress. She bit down harder on her knuckle.

  Then violently without warning, she came again. Explosively. Oh thank God! She felt his chuckle against her inner thigh. She relaxed taking a deep breath.

  “How was that for sucky sucky?” He laughed. Then quickly he flipped her onto all fours and began pounding in to her from behind. She bit down on her pillow to keep the scream at bay. Another hard thrust and he was moaning as he orgasmed.

  She stretched out, still feeling the aftershocks of the never expected orgasmic experience. Every orgasm he gave her was like the first. Like she really didn’t know what to expect but when it happened she was flabbergasted by it. Craving more and more of them.

  She twisted and turned beneath him taking all of it in. She realized how calm he was.

  “If you feel everything as I feel it, how do you stay still and keep doing what you do?”

  “Practice. Let me see that knuckle of yours that you used for a gagging mechanism.” He wasn’t asking. She gave him her hand. He rubbed over the knuckle that she had been tasting earlier. His fingertips brushed across it and she realized how sore it really was now. She had been clamped down on it. He leaned his head down, starting at the tip, he took it into his mouth, sucking it. Tasting it. Teasing her. Holy hell this is hot!

  He pulled back and again rubbed his finger over it. This tim
e nothing. He smiled.

  He brushed his lips on hers until she opened her mouth urging for him to give her more, he happily obliged her. He thrust his tongue into her mouth. It tasted salty. It tasted of her. She was freakishly turned on by it. She bit down on his tongue and then slowly sucked.

  He groaned loudly into her mouth and she lost her suction as she smiled. “Careful, I may have to gag you.” She warned. Playfully of course.

  “Sweet, don’t put the shoe on the wrong foot. Trust and believe the outcome won’t be the same.” His words sounded too harsh for her liking.

  She was confused as hell. She didn’t understand what she had done so wrong. She was just playing around with him. He didn’t offer any other words after that.

  He held her in his arms for what seemed like the wee hours of the morning before she closed her eyes. It felt like she had only just closed her eyes when the alarm was buzzing in her ear. She turned hitting the snooze button. She smelled and seen the cup of coffee sitting on her nightstand. She looked behind her seeing only an empty bed. Then she heard the water from the shower running.

  She no longer had the taste for coffee. But for him. All him. She reached for the door when it hit her taking her to the floor. The feeling was so strong, the thought that she had just fallen was irrelevant to her. She steadied her breathing as she regained control. That bastard! She laughed.

  Again she reached for the door knob and boom, she was back on the floor. This time she was joined by him. Wet from the shower and very, very aroused. He pushed his weight onto her and she enjoyed the feeling. His hands were rough as they grabbed her thighs shoving her knees to her chest. His eyes fueled and she knew that she was the trigger to igniting him.

  The power she felt was identical to what she imagined a valium addict feeling when the needle is slowly guided into their arm and the push begins after they have went through multiple hours of withdrawing.

  Her knees rested on his shoulders as he thrust himself full force into her. “Aargh,” She cried out from the intense yet saccharine pain. He relentlessly pounded himself in and out of her.