Chapter 28

Jesus, I have no clue what came over me. My animalistic needs controlled my actions, and my orgasms were so intense. James encompassed my body, and I was unable to comprehend how he could pleasure me in so many different ways. It felt as though there were two of him touching and pleasing me at the same time. It was so dark, with only the light from the stars aiding my vision, and the moon was just a sliver and not much help.

The cold set in, and my body shivered for reasons other than my climax. The heat from my body dissipated quickly once our intimate moment passed. James could tell that the chill was getting to me; he lifted my chin to kiss me passionately once more. Then he pulled the fur-lined coat back over my body; I welcomed its soft embrace, lingering onto the heat my body once held. 

He lifted me with ease in one arm, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, resting my head on his shoulder. The fur coat covered our body's most sensitive areas, and he carried me back inside. James pressed the button for the elevator and quickly entered as soon as the doors opened.

He pushed the button for the first floor and set me down gently as soon as they closed, giving us some privacy. He adjusted himself, tucking away his still erect member into his pants before zipping them up and fastening his belt. I wrapped the fur coat tightly around my cold body and shivered again. 

James lifted me once again just as the elevator doors opened and whisked me away to our wing. He gently placed me in front of the fireplace so that I could warm up quickly. When challenged by the warmth of the fire, the ice crystals in my hair melted instantly. My cheeks were starting to sting, and I raised my cold fingers to them to give them a reprieve from the dancing flames. 

James returned with a beautiful silky pajama set and handed them to me. I removed the fur-lined coat and let it fall to the floor as I put them on. I could feel James' eyes on me as I got dressed, but I couldn't bring myself to leave the warmth of the fire just yet. James left briefly and returned with hot chocolate. I gratefully took the mug and held it close to me.

The warmth of the mug spread to my fingers, and I sipped the warm beverage, my lips pushing the marshmallows aside. The hot chocolate was rich, and I could tell he had added some caramel to it. It was delicious, almost as delicious as he was sweet. James truly cared for me; small gestures like this solidified my belief.

The hot chocolate helped warm me up inside, and the fire worked wonders for warming my skin. James sat near me, gently stroking my back. I looked back at him and smiled warmly. I was truly infatuated with him at that moment, but I knew down to my core that I was deeply in love with him.

"What?" James questioned my gaze. I blushed and said, "Nothing." My smile couldn't be contained, though. James gazed back deeply at me. "How did you do that to me earlier?", I asked, a slight hint of confusion spreading across my face. James looked worried by my question, so I reached out one of my hands to comfort him. "Did you like it?", he asked. I blushed, not wanting to admit the abundance of pleasure that I had felt on the roof. 

James smirked at my facial expression; he was probably reading my mind even though he claimed that he and Sylas didn't have that ability. James finally responded, "I had to appease my inner demon; he desperately wanted to feed from you, so I gave him an outlet and let him focus on pleasing you instead." I smiled sheepishly but still didn't understand what he meant.

Searching for clarification, I asked, "Can I see what you did in the light?" James frowned slightly, "I don't want it to scare you." He sighed and ran his fingers through his sandy blonde hair. I tried to give him a comforting smile, "You would never hurt me, I know that." I wasn't sure what he felt he needed to hide from me, but I could never be afraid of him. He was too pure, too good to me, and I knew he loved me. 

James smiled, and I knew that my actions had quelled his apprehensions. James stood and walked a little distance away from me. I watched him bite into his wrist; it looked painful, but my eyes widened in intrigue. I watched his blood flow out, and he swirled and manipulated it by moving his fingers delicately and twisting his hand. Then he made it reach out to me, and it gently caressed my face. James smiled, "Sylas just taught me about this skill; only certain vampires can do this."

I stared in awe and reached out to touch it. "How does it work?", I asked. "It's imbued with my thoughts and my demon.", he seemed happy that I wasn't fearful of his newly acquired skill. He continued, "I can use it to protect you, and now I know I can use it to please you too." He paused, "Up on the roof, I didn't anticipate trying anything like that. This wasn't intentional, but I had to sink my fangs into something other than you." I blushed at the thought of him sinking his fangs into me and drinking from me. I don't know what it was about that action but my body craved it.

He smiled, reminiscing about our passionate moment, "I'm happy that you aren't disgusted by it or me." "Of course not.", I replied as I stood up and walked toward him. He kept controlling the blood, and it delicately embraced my skin with a feather-like touch. I giggled, "It tickles." James smiled deeply, "I love your laugh."

He pulled his blood back inside of himself, and the bite mark on his skin started to close. He gently grabbed me by the waist and kissed me. "This is what I'll be doing with Sylas when I leave you the next few nights.", he paused, "I'll be learning to control it better." I looked into his eyes, and after the pleasure that it gave me, I couldn't fathom how it could be used to defend or hurt someone. "Can I come and watch?", I asked eagerly. 

James clicked his tongue, "I don't know if Sylas would like that very much, but I will ask him once I have a better understanding of my ability." I understood but interjected, "The more I know about the ability, the better I can help when it comes time to use it." I paused briefly, "Like, do I need to be behind you, or does my position not matter?" 

James thought for a moment, "You bring up a valid point, and Sylas definitely wouldn't want you to get caught in the crosshairs. I promise I'll bring it up to him when the time is right." I smiled, thankful that I could be so open with him and that he listened to me when I brought things to his attention.

James smiled again, "Come now, it's time to get you back into bed; the sun will be up soon." I followed him eagerly to the bedroom. I watched him get undressed and admired his body before he climbed into the bed. He was only wearing his boxers, which sat low on his hips, but I wasn't going to complain; I had grown accustomed to the coolness of his body.

He plopped down next to me after turning off the light. I couldn't see him anymore in the pitch-black darkness, but I felt at ease when I felt his cool arms envelop me. He pulled me into his chest, and I intertwined my legs with his. I breathed in his scent and closed my eyes. A shiver ran down my body as he traced his fingers down my spine.

I felt so full of energy that I wasn't sure how long it would take me to settle into sleep. I tilted my head up and kissed James on the lips while I played with his hair. In return, he gently kissed my forehead. I kept my fingers moving rhythmically, stroking his hair, and he whispered to me, "Go to sleep, my Love." 

I sighed deeply and snuggled into him, still strumming my fingers. "I love you, James." He gripped me tighter. "I love you, Kara." His statement replayed through my mind, and I envisioned flashes of past memories through my mind that proved his statement true. Feeling safe, comforted, and loved. My fingers finally slowed their movements until everything went dark, and I drifted into a deep slumber.