Chapter 101: I Give You My Entire Being…

***Selene.***

***Tuesday, February 27th. A week later…***

Because it’s his shooting arm; his left arm, Albert has to re-train with a gun.

He’s been doing that for days. We’re outside in Dr Woodsburg’s shooting range, and am reading. Once in a while, the sound of the gun, jolts my concentration.

He no longer needs help loading the guns. He needed Raoul for that, the next morning after he woke. He’s really a dogged man.

He’s been here for hours and am here, enjoying being in his presence. Am reading more on that book about Vampires and mystics. 

There’s something here about a goddess in Africa who bestows the spirit of the vampire on a worthy soul, while for others, she curses them. 

“What are you reading?” 

I shut the book hastily, hearing Albert’s voice behind me. I turn to him. 

“Oh it’s nothing. Just some nonsense.” I lie.

He looks suspiciously, but he doesn’t press. I look at his hand. It’s better these days, when he shoots.

“You’d still need more practice.” I inform him, as he grabs a bottle of water on the bench beside me.

He sips from it, gazing at the horizon. I follow his gaze; I find I like here. 

“How did the doctor acquire this large terraced house for his work?” I ask him, my eyes admiring the way the V of his waist tapers down inside that T shirt he’s wearing.

Unlike me who’s wearing a coat at the moment because of the cold, he isn’t. He’s all sweaty. I swallow, trying to gather my errant thoughts. 

“His family has had this structure for centuries. Each inheritor only refurbishes it.” Albert stops drinking and has his eyes gauging me.

We lock heated gazes. I inhale shakily, knowing I want him right now. The center of my thighs, already aching sweetly for him. But I need some space after telling him I love him. I don’t need him been pressured. 

“That’s great.” I blurt out, nervously.

I don’t even know why I said that. He holds a secret smile, taking his eyes from me. We stay here for a while, talking and I get to know about him. We take a leisure stroll around and he tells me about his late mum. And late aunt Sheila. 

I get to know that he loved her very much and she was kind to him. I’m happy to know this part of him.

*** 

It’s night time and I just finished changing out of my clothes. Isabel is long asleep, after a very exhausted day.

She played in the snow and went horse riding with me and Albert. Well, Albert had us in his saddle, as he rode. Dr Woodsburg has horses in his very secluded home. It’s not too far from the city. 

Am wearing a white silk dress, my hair let down. I really want to be with him tonight. The feeling I had all day being in Albert’s presence, seeing him alive and well.

I want him.

I reach the bed and find Albert already asleep. My mood falls into disappointment as I turn off the lights, slipping into bed. I’m gentle not to stir him. My back to him; my pussy aching for him.

I slip my hand inside my thighs, trying to ease the pressure mounting inside me. 

“Am in love with you, Selene Bethel.” 

I gasp.

Albert's close to my ear, his breath fanning the shell of my ear. I want to speak, but I don’t have the courage, because I’m afraid it’s a dream. Perhaps I craved hearing this so much and now I’ve dreamt it. 

“You’re not dreaming.” He presses his lips into my neck, his hand slipping over my waist, replacing my finger inside my thigh.

I moan as his finger finds my wet sheath, slipping into it. He circles, strokes. His thrusts, slow, as he continues kissing me. 

“Albert…”

“Shh…” He hushes me. “I fell in love with you the moment I marked you. But I was afraid to let you take possession of my soul, just like you finally have.” He breathes into me.

His words infusing me. A new vigor. 

He turns me and begins kissing me. My neck, my jawline, my lips. His warm lips find mine, his hands continue working inside my pussy. He doesn’t stop, as he presses himself into me. 

I arch my back, as Albert lowers himself, trailing kisses down my abdomen. He finds my warm center. He laps me with his tongue. Tendrils shifting down my spine, down to my clit.

I cry out, knowing I’ve missed him. Knowing I need him. He allows me know the extent of his love. His touches different. Tender, reverent. 

And when he finally invades my entrance with his hard, swollen arousal, he takes me with such gentleness. He isn’t in a hurry, isn’t pressured.

He makes love to me. He thrusts inside me, his cock gliding sweetly. 

“I want your replicas as well.” I mutter, breathlessly.

He stills, interrupting us. I rock my hips, reminding him I need him. 

“Are you sure?” Albert asks, hesitantly.

The soft light from the moon outside streams in.

I nod. 

He watches me, his breath strained, as he restrains himself from moving inside me. 

“Just one.” Albert agrees.

I brace myself, knowing what am asking for. Knowing I’m making myself vulnerable. But I need this. 

Albert raises himself on his knees, his eyes on me all the way. His eyes suddenly glow.

A strange light suddenly glows from Albert and I watch as he transforms.

He becomes different. Another him emerges from him, a projection. I shrink back. Am frightened.

But my curiosity takes the better part of me. The other Albert is surreal. Looks ethereal. I watch as his body suddenly turns solid. 

I gasp, both frightened and awed. Albert’s stares tenderly. This other Albert is dark, menacing. 

As the familiar stokes of desire flame me, the replica speaks.

“I give you my entire being.”