Chapter 59: Paris

Rose’s POV

I woke up the next morning feeling totally refreshed. I tried to stretch out but there was a heavy arm holding me down. I looked and saw Asmodeus deep asleep. I tried to lift his arm to move it off me but he ended up holding me even tighter.

“Hey, A, can you let me go? I have to go pee.” I whispered.

He muttered in his sleep and rolled over.

Relieved, I got up and went to use the bathroom. When I was done I brushed my teeth and washed up my face. I looked in the mirror at my growing belly. I can’t believe I’m about to be a mother. I haven’t met my children yet but I already know I’d do anything for them. I just hope I can get them home soon.

“You look ravishing,” Asmodeus whispered in my ear. Damn, he needs to stop sneaking up on me.

“I’m barely out of bed, don’t be silly.” I admonished him. I stepped away and walked to the closet that held clothes for me. I picked out a yellow sundress and yellow flats. I got dressed in the closet and came out. Asmodeus exited his closet at the same time as me and I had to admit he looked really good. He was wearing a pair of black slacks which were just tight enough to show off his muscled legs. Looking up I noticed him wearing a grey button up, long sleeved shirt with the top button undone. He was messing with a red tie when he finally spoke, “are you done checking me out, Rose?”

I blushed furiously and stepped to walk away. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into his arms.

“Don’t be shy. I like you looking at me. I look at you, too, you know?” He murmured into my ear. He brushed aside some strands of my hair and started to nibble on my ear. I resisted the urge to push him away. I had to remind myself to play along, as long as he doesn’t push too far.

“You like when I do that?” He whispered hoarsely.

I nodded and said, “I’m starving, can we go eat?”

He sighed and grabbed my hand before leading me out of the room.

When we arrived in the dining area he sat me down right next to where he sits and went to go get us some food. Sophie walked in right when he left and sat down across from me.

“Where’s A?” She asked.

“He went to the kitchen.” I answered.

“Where’s Levi?” I teased. She blushed and shrugged her shoulders.

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen him since last night in the hot tub. He mentioned some business he had to attend to and left. Afterwards I just went to my room, showered and went to bed.”

Asmodeus strode back into the room and sat a plate in front of me of eggs, bacon, toast and potatoes. Absolutely starving, I dug right in. After a few minutes I completely cleared my plate.

“Here’s some tea, sweetheart.” Asmodeus handed me a mug with the tea and blood concentrate. I sipped on it until I emptied the cup, too.

I looked at Sophie and noticed she wasn’t eating.

“Are you not hungry?” I asked her. She shook her head, “nah, I already ate breakfast, I just came looking for you. There’s not much to do around here so I thought we could spend some time together.”

“Of course!” I answered at the same time that Asmodeus said, “oh that’s a shame.”

“Why’s that a shame?” I turned to him and asked.

“Levi wanted to take Sophie shopping together.” I swear Sophie’s eyes bugged out of her head. Great, that girl would never turn down a shopping trip. She pouted and gave me puppy dog eyes until I relented.

“Fine! But you owe me.” I tell her. She stood up and ran to me, squeezing the crap out of me.

“You’re the best bestie!” She squealed before running off, probably to get dressed for shopping.

“So what are we doing?” I asked Asmodeus.

He smiled gently and asked me, “is there any place that you’ve always dreamed about going but couldn’t?”

“I’d love to go to Paris.” I tell him.

“Paris it is. Excellent choice. Very romantic.” He winked at me.

Oh shit I probably answered wrong. The last thing I need is to get in a romantic situation with him.

“But we don’t have to go!” I rushed to tell him.

He chuckled, “we’re going. You ready?”

Before I could answer he snapped his fingers and all of a sudden we were in front of the Eiffel Tower. There were tourists everywhere taking photos and couples were posing. Families walked with fanny packs and children ran freely.

“Oh my gods, this is amazing!” I squealed. I gave him a huge hug before I realized my mistake. I tried to pull away but he just held me tighter.

“Let me rest my head on yours a bit.” He murmured to me. I gave in and let him hold his chin on the top of my head. I tried my best to not inhale his sandalwood, musky scent. He smelled like sin.

“Ok, sweetheart, we have plenty to go see. I also own a home here that we can visit in awhile to rest.” He grasped my hand and intertwined our fingers before pulling me forward. We spent quite a bit of time riding on the metro, seeing sights such as the Louvre Museum, Norte-Dame Cathedral and stopping by boutiques for shopping.

After several hours on my feet I was ready to stop.

“Can we please go? My feet are killing me.” I tell Asmodeus.

“Of course, sweetheart. Come let’s go to my house.” He snapped his fingers and we arrived in a penthouse with terraces. I noticed an upstairs library and large picture windows surrounding everything. You could see outside to a garden. I could tell from looking out the window that we seemed to be pretty secluded. I walked through the living space and into a dining hall with a large, crystal chandelier and a long hardwood dining table. Still exploring, I ventured into a bathroom with high ceilings and a claw foot bathtub in the center of the room. There was a couch in the bathroom along with a walk in shower and an attached closet. To be frank, this home is the most gorgeous I’ve ever seen and I haven’t even finished exploring. I walked a bit more and came upon a bedroom with cream colored walls and a large fluffy bed against the far wall. There was a large tv on the opposite wall, a set of dressers and nightstands that matched the bed and a complicated looking headboard.

“Why is the headboard like this?” I asked him. I noticed there were metal loops and chains hanging down.

“Sometimes I’m feeling a bit dominant and this headboard is perfect for those occasions. If you’re a good girl we may not need it. Maybe. If you ask nicely enough I may show you how it all works." He then winked at me. Ugh the audacity of this man. I stepped away from the bed and went to sit on a couch in the living space.

“No baby girl, we’re going to bed. I’m going to rub your feet,” I started to oppose before he silenced me with one hand, “I’m not taking no for an answer.”

I nodded and removed my shoes before laying down on the bed. He grabbed some kind of oil and began to work into the tired muscles of my feet. I tried hard to stifle my moans and groans but I think a few escaped. By the time he finished I was once again putty in his hands.

“I really need some blood, can I have some of the tea?” I asked him.

He clicked his tongue, “sorry baby but I’m out of blood concentrate right now. You’re more than welcome to drink from me.” He offered. I thought it over and my need for blood overtook my common sense.

“Ok, but only from your wrist, not your neck.” I told him.

He smiled at me and rolled up a sleeve to offer me his wrist. I took a bite and was almost overwhelmed with the taste that flooded my mouth. He by far has the best blood I’ve ever tasted. Shit, now I’m in trouble. I tried to drink slowly but instead I bit harder and drank faster. I growled and moaned while drinking his blood and I could see that he had a significant bulge in his pants. I tried to ignore the feeling of his hand caressing my hair and instead focus on getting sated. After a minute I had to pull away. His blood was so amazing tasting that I wanted to drain him dry.

“Why didn’t you stop me?” I asked him.

He adjusted his crotch before answering, “you can’t hurt me by drinking my blood, you’re able to drink to your heart’s content with me, baby.” He cupped my face and leaned in closer. I closed my eyes and beckoned myself to not turn away. Come on Rose, you can do this. Do it for your babies. When he pressed his lips to mine I found myself opening up and allowing his tongue entry and I in turn tasted him. I found that his taste was addicting and I wanted more. I pulled him closer and pressed my body against his. He growled and laid me down on the bed. I felt him caress my breasts and travel down further to my panties. I came up for air and grabbed his arm. I can’t do this. Anything but this.

“Stop!” I shouted out. He tensed before stopping his kissing on my neck.

“Why?” He whispered.

“I can’t do this. I have mates. I just can’t sleep with you.” He let go of me and stood up from the bed. He ran his fingers through his jet black hair, messing it up before picking up a small vase and throwing it against a wall. It’s cracking was heard throughout the room as he paced in frustration.

“Do I need to get rid of them? Is that what it takes to keep you? Because I swear I will.” He looked at me like a madman.

Fuck!

“No! I’ll listen! Just don’t hurt them, please.” I begged.

He smiled at me before strutting my direction and placing another kiss on my lips. He worked his lips towards my neck before biting down.

“Ahh!” I moaned out at the feeling. I was overcome in ecstasy at the sensation of his fangs in my neck.

“Yes!” I cried out as he sucked harder. I felt his hardness against my thigh while he continued to drink from me. I felt wetness pool in my panties and I had to resist rubbing my thighs together.

Asmodeus growled, “I can smell your wetness, baby.” He looked in my eyes and his pupils were blown with only a thin line of his blue eyes visible. He pushed two fingers into my underwear and began rubbing my clit.

“Oh! Ah!” I moaned at the feel of his magic fingers.

He pushed them into me and began to pump them. I felt full of his thick fingers and could barely hold back my orgasm. I flooded my underwear with my release and then he removed his fingers from my pussy. He took his fingers and licked them clean. I laid there, my body completely spent, before sleep overtook me.