Chapter 31: Chapter Thirty-One

For the next 2 weeks, the days began to feel like routine. Every day went the same way. I would wake up and be greeted in the kitchen by Damien, who'd made me breakfast. After we ate he would give me a goodbye kiss, and leave for work.

After Damien left, I would take a warm mug of blood down to Sinclair, and we would sit and talk for hours, until about 3:30pm, when I would go upstairs and make dinner for when Damien returned home. Then Damien and I would eat dinner, then spend a few hours together. At the end of the night, I slept alone, except for when I fell asleep with him on the couch while we watched TV.

The third day I went to visit Sinclair, and brought him a deflated child's pool, as well as a set of assorted things for his hygiene. After giving him a few hours of privacy, I went back to the basement to find a man I barely recognized.

His blonde hair was cut short, showing his eyes to be an even brighter gold than I'd noticed before. His beard was neatly kept, short like Damien's. The man was both gorgeous and terrifying, much like Damien in that aspect, but different with his demeanor. Sinclair still spoke in an old English accent, but tried his best to speak modern, like the way I did.

Over the two weeks, I learned a lot about Sinclair. I learned that he was actually much older than Damien, he was born in the 1600s, and was turned when he was 40. He told me about his human life, as well as his centuries as a vampire.

I slowly began to trust Sinclair, and actually saw him as a friend. I felt bad about lying to Damien about what I did all day, but I knew he would be upset if he found out I was spending time with Sinclair. I made Damien take down the cameras, because I still felt like a prisoner if he used them.

One night, I decided the direction I wanted to go with Damien, and made an extra special dinner for him when he returned home. This decision was mostly influenced by Sinclair when I told him what had happened between Damien and me. Sinclair told me that I should forgive him, because it doesn't seem like he wanted things to go the way they did, any more than I did. That if a man would watch me for eighteen years, and refused all others during that time, that it was a man that truly loved me.

"And it seems pretty obvious that you love him too." Sinclair had said. There was a weird glint in his eye as we talked about this, but I ignored it. Maybe just remembering his human life. He told me he had a woman he loved. Maybe he's recalling her as we were talking about Damien and me?

"Welcome home!" I greeted him with a hug when he came home, embracing him tightly.

"I'm glad to be home, my love." Damien said, a confused smile as he spoke. Over the last few weeks, I was still nice to him, but I wanted space to make my decision. So I would give him a peck, but not usually more.

"I made you a special dinner, I don't know how it would taste, so I kept it simple." I said as I took his hand and led him to the dining room where I had a candlelight dinner set for his arrival.

"Kitten, did you do this for me?" Damien struggled out as he gripped my hand, his eyes lighting up with joyful surprise.

"Of course I did." I giggled out as I ushered him to sit at his place.

He looked down at the spaghetti with a chuckle. "You do love your spaghetti, don't you?" He said as he took a bite as I watched him, waiting for his reaction. "Is there-" He asked, looking down at the plate in front of him in wonder.

"Mhm!" I nodded happily. "I made the blood into a sauce so you can actually taste the food, I mean, I hope you can taste it?" I asked, hopeful that he could taste it. It took me hours to get the blood to thicken into a sauce, and I wasn't sure if it was still viable after being cooked for so long. After Damien had eaten with me when I was twelve, I asked him if food tasted the same to him, as it did to me. He said that food was mostly bland, the only thing he could really taste was blood.

"You weren't kidding when you said you made a special dinner. This is amazing, thank you kitten." Damien said with a sweet smile. I could tell that he was happy, thinking that this dinner meant I wasn't going to leave him. He was right to think that, of course. That is exactly what this dinner is.

I smiled at him before bowing my head to eat.

Once we were done eating, we washed our dishes, then went outside into the side yard. Damien had an orchard growing for me when I moved in, as well as a great meadow, with an assortment of different flowers blooming. I loved spending time out here, laying in the meadow and enjoying the tranquility it brought me. I led him to the meadow where I already had a picnic basket, filled with wine, and blood wine, waiting.

"How did you do all of this, in only a day?" Damien asked as he sat next to me. I could tell he was fighting himself not to pull me into his arms. The last few weeks, Damien has made a point not do anything unless I initiated it.

I jumped onto his lap, wrapping my arms around him, giving him a big kiss. "I'm sorry I made you so sad, the last few weeks. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."

Damien didn't respond, but wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly as he kissed me. I moaned against his lips as I unbuttoned his vest. I hadn't realized how much I wanted him, until we kissed. It was like flood gates opened inside me, releasing waves of desire and lust.

Damien responded in kind, pushing me on my back, and tearing off my clothes like never before. After removing his vest, I ripped his shirt open, scattering the buttons across the yard. In only seconds we were both naked, Damien moaned out as he lowered himself on top of me, pressing his tip against my folds. He stopped only long enough to hold my hands above my head, propping himself up as he used his other hand to hold onto my hip. He began thrusting, hard and deep, watching me writhe underneath him.

I let my head fall back as my body struggled to absorb the force of his movements. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt to have him completely dominate me. He lowered himself down, suppressing my moans of both pain and pleasure, with his hungry kiss. He was holding himself back enough not to hurt me, but he was still thrusting hard and deep enough to keep me subdued.

"Damien" I moaned out as I drew closer to orgasm, fighting to free my hands, so I could touch him. He didn't loosen his grip in the slightest, but moaned against my lips as he slipped his other hand between us. He circled my sensitive button, making me cry out for him again.

"I like it when you cry out my name, little kitten." He groaned against my lips. I kept trying to free my hands, I didn't just want to touch him, I needed to. I needed to hold onto him as he drove me insane with pleasure, I needed to feel his weight baring down on me, holding me down as I reached impossible heights. He knew this about me, and smiled as he watched me squirm, knowing what I wanted. "Say it."

I whimpered at him, trying to force the words out, but unable to. "Please?" I finally whispered, my breath fast and ragged.

He chuckled and released my hands, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me in and holding me tightly as we climaxed together.