Chapter 62: Chapter Sixty-Two

"I'm sorry you went through all of that pain for me." I whispered, tracing my finger down Damien's naked chest, still trying to get used to feeling his warmth, and his heart beating.

"I went through it for us, and regret not a second of it." He said, then turned on his side, propping himself up on one arm. "Excluding the part where I went after you. For that, I don't know how to apologize."

"That wasn't you, Damien. But... What did happen?"

"The way Divinity explained it to me, the instinctive creature came to the surface, fighting to remain in control. If I had gotten blood, the potion would not have worked. So the vampire side of me fought as hard as it could to get to you, to drink your blood, to keep itself from being locked out. Despite the fact that it's still there, and will come back, unfortunately."

"That's why you went after Divinity and me so hard then." I said, nodding slightly, draping my arm around his shoulder. "That makes sense, I guess."

"I wasn't going after Divinity at all. Witches blood isn't something a vampire will purposely try to obtain, unless it's the only thing available." He responded standing and putting on his pants. Once we'd finished dressing, we headed out of the room and downstairs into the kitchen.

"Do you wish you could stay human forever?" I asked him slowly, realizing that I was actually afraid of the answer. I couldn't tell if I wanted the answer to be yes or no, but for some reason, the answer terrified me nonetheless. If Damien could be a human, would I still love him? I fell in love with a vampire. While it's amazing being able to have him as a human for a day, what would life look like if he could remain that way? But on the other hand; if Damien didn't want to stay human, would that mean he hated being one? If so, doesn't that mean he hates humans in general? And if he hates humans, how long until he tires of me?

I tried to put the ridiculous thoughts out of my head, because I knew they were the nonsensical musings of an insecure mortal, pondering the already implausible reality of her relationship with a predator.

"Even of Divinity knew of a way to permanently revert me to human, I can see nothing but atrocious tragedies following a transformation like that. The counsel would likely deem me an abomination, and order me killed. Even if they didn't, if someone were to find out how this happened, they'd most assuredly have Divinity killed. And all other witches for having the ability to do something of that magnitude. Her ability to temporarily change me is enough to have her killed, and a new world witch hunt begin."

I nodded my comprehension and walked to the cabinets, looking through them to find something to make. "What would you like to eat while you can taste it?"

"Hmm, I don't know. Food is much different now than it was when I was human."

"I'll think of something." I said, rummaging through the cabinets. What should I make a vampire who will be able to actually taste and enjoy food for the first time in over two centuries? I, of course, want spaghetti. But I didn't want something so simple to be his first meal. I finally settled on making steaks, with baked potatoes and carrots. "Why is a witches blood so gross to vampires?" I asked, remembering the earlier conversation as I began gathering all the ingredients.

"It's not impure or vulgar, but it's not desirable either. It's like a drunk humans blood, making the vampire drunk. Witches can live for centuries, and that age shows through in their blood. Human's have relatively short lifespans, compared to the other creatures that walk the earth. So human's blood is full of youth, life, and the such." Damien explained as he made a pot of coffee, watching me as I began cooking.

"Coffee, at this time?" I asked with a laugh.

"I very much miss being able to taste coffee." He said, pouring himself a big mug, before offering me a cup.

"Sure, but not a lot." I said, then turned around to watch him. His electric blue eyes lit up as he took his first sip of coffee, his dimples showing as he smiled, noticing me watching him. "What else did you miss?"

"Not having a time limit in the sun, hot baths, sleep, I don't really miss food all that much, but I definitely missed the sex. I didn't realize how much until I experienced it again." He responded, his eyes far off as he spoke, remembering his human life.

"But you still have sex as a vampire."

"It just isn't the same. Yes, I finish. But the climax itself is... well to be honest, it's anticlimactic at best."

"That explains a lot." I mumbled, then laughed aloud when I remembered he couldn't hear me anymore.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing!" I said quickly, turning back around to check on the food. Once everything was done, we went back to my bedroom to eat, so we could watch TV as we did so.

"Kitten..." Damien said after taking his first bite, his face frozen in an emotion I couldn't read.

'Oh my god he hates it!' I thought, seeing the look on his face, my heart dropping into my stomach.

"I'm sorry-" I started to say, but was cut off as he held up his hand, then pointed to the steak.

"This, is amazing. I don't think I ever had something this good in my entire human life!" He exclaimed before cutting off another piece and eating it slowly, savoring every moment of it.

"You're exaggerating." I said with a chuckle, before returning my attention back to my own plate.

"I'm not. This is amazing." He said as he scarfed the rest of his food down so quickly, I was afraid he'd choke.

Once we were done eating, we decided to sit on the balcony to watch the sunset, enjoying a cup of coffee in blissful silence. For the first time, it seemed like Damien was completely and utterly at peace.

"Why are you so calm?" I asked him after a few minutes. As much as I hated to admit it, seeing Damien so calm and carefree was a little disconcerting.

"For the first, and the last time I'm free of the stress and worries that bind me. I don't have to worry about hurting you. Because I'm not a vampire, until I revert, Sam is the vampire king. So I'm able to enjoy the little things with you, and it's amazing."

I nodded in agreement before sitting in his lap and nuzzling against him "Can we get a bench swing for up here?"

"Anything for you, my love." Damien whispered against my hair, his arms wrapping around me. "Why did you jump when I hugged you earlier?"

"It was weird feeling warmth when you hugged me. I'm used to your usual body temperature." I responded honestly, then tilted my head back to look at him "Is it weird for you to be with me, with my temperature?"

"By the time we had any physical contact, I'd gotten used to the difference in temperature." He responded, standing with me in his arms, walking back into the bedroom. He set me down softly on the bed before going to the bathroom where I heard the shower turn on. He came back out wearing only boxers, and leaned against the doorway, watching me in silence; before extending his index finger towards me, then curling it back, motioning for me to come to him.

I quickly stood and walked to him, biting my lip softly as he put his arms around me, and pulled me close.

"You are such an obedient little thing, when you wish to be." He mumbled in approval, kissing the top of my head, before pointing towards the shower. "Remove your coverings for me, kitten."

I felt a blush spreading quickly as I bit my lip and slowly undressed, keeping my eyes trained on the ground, too embarrassed to look up at him.

"Keep your eyes on me, little kitten." He demanded softly, but sternly, showing I had no choice but to obey.

I whimpered softly but brought my eyes to meet his, and immediately felt as if he could see right through me, his electric blue eyes alive with lecherous passion as he raised an eyebrow at me, reminding me I'd stopped undressing as he'd instructed me to do.

I gasped softly and continued removing my clothes, trying hard to keep my eyes locked on his, despite the fact that wanted nothing more than to look away. Once I was naked, he nodded softly to the shower, taking off his boxers before joining me.

Damien watched me for a few moments before stepping forward, putting his arms around me, and lifting me so our faces were even. "Why are you acting as if you fear me? Your eyes are like emeralds, kitten. I know you're aching for my touch." He whispered in my ear, his hand slowly inching closer to the fire between my thighs, his orbs fierce and unwavering as he surveyed me.

"Please, Damien." I whispered shaking to my core, my breathing ragged as I spoke, unable to hide the need and anticipation I felt for him. He began to circle my clit, but stopped as I grasped his hand and pulled it back. "No, I need you inside me." I cried out softly, unable to ignore my burning core any longer.

"Good kitten." He purred, lowering me down onto his already throbbing erection, giving me what my body desired more than anything else.

With every thrust, I could feel myself getting closer to orgasm, unable to hold back my varied noises of pleasure as they erupted from within me without any restraint. I could tell Damien wasn't very far behind me as he moaned out, holding me down as he thrust as deep and wildly as his newfound mortality allowed him to. It didn't take long before Damien was emptying himself inside me, rope after rope of his seed filling me as I screamed out in pleasure, my body beginning to spasm and writhe against him.

We stayed like this until our bodies calmed, then he washed me softly, knowing the slightest touch could reignite my easily excitable body.

"I should ask Divinity to make you more of that." He mumbled when he noticed the way I jumped when he grazed my nipple even the slightest.

I broke out in giggles with a shake of my head. "I might go insane." I said honestly, trying to catch my breath. "That shit is... oh my god."