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[Harmony Ferguson]

That one simple fact was like an arrow through her heart. And not the kind that Cupid liked to shoot. Did he not realize how much he hurt her when he said things like that? Sometimes she just wished he would lie to her. It might hurt, but it wouldn't hurt as much as the matter of fact tone when saying something like "of course I don't trust you." It hurt more than anything for him to do and say things like what he just did. And then he had to just make it worse by poking at the now raw and opened wound he liked to create with his words. Much like he was doing now.

Her body tensed as he spoke of her last escape attempt. Her eyes never left the city lights though. The one thing she desired to see and feel once more. "You left me here for a month, unattended to, Devon. Did you think about that? A month... I can not recite to you how many times I thought to myself that I could escape. No one would notice me missing until I was halfway around the world on a plane or boat... But then I thought of you. I thought of how I could not live if I hurt you like that. How I could not survive without you. Because I love you, god damn it. " She snapped out those words a little roughly as she turned her entire body to him as he rose from the bed.

"I love you, you... you frustrating, stubborn man! I don't even care if you return the words back. You know i do not take that word lightly. I do not give that phrase out freely to every person in the world I know. You know that." She glared up at him, blue eyes intense as she watched him. He knew what she spoke was the truth. The last time she said "I love you" to someone had been the night her parents died, sitting there in the blood that the vampires hadn't drank, begging God to bring them back to her. Over half a century ago. She didn't expect him to return the words. She told him that from the start. She understood that vampires, especially born vampires, just couldn't comprehend human emotions. She knew he cared for her deeply, and she suspected that he did love her in the same way she loved him, but he could never use the word "love." He didn't understand it's meaning.

She turned away from him once more, staring out the window to the city as her fingers went to the necklace around her neck, stroking the key and worrying it gently between her fingers as she gazed intently out the window, her other hand keeping a hold of the sheet even though she had sort of wrapped them around her toga style. "It upsets me greatly, Devon... but that never seems to matter to you..." She didn't look to him. Not even out of the corner of her eye. She just stared ahead at the city. The moon hung over the big apple tonight in all it's waxing glory. It was too bad that the humans who lived blissfully unaware of the creatures of the night that stalked them, couldn't see the beautiful stars there in the city. That was one thing she enjoyed about living here. She could go outside and gaze at the stars.

[Devon Soulstrick]

Normally, when Harmony acted this way, Devon dealt with it in one of two ways: one) he would shrug it off and let her be, hoping that she would calm down and get the hell over it; or two) he would argue back, yell at her or punish her in some way to let her know that was not how a blood slave spoke to their master. This time was different for whatever reason. Whether because Harmony’s words were harsh even though they were words that one would generally think should be spoken softly, or because he was genuinely struck by the words. He really hadn’t thought that there would be a chance Harmony would escape in his presence, though he also had to admit that the trip hadn’t really been his to plan and he hadn’t known about it too far in advance. He was already regretting that he hadn’t left her attended because of what had happened with Tristan. Now she was telling him she had actually thought of trying to escape again?

But she hadn’t. Because of him. Not because of her little human friend or because she didn’t have anywhere to go, but because she didn’t want to leave him. It had him jerking into about as straight of a position against the wall as he could get. He was a bit surprised he hadn’t harmed the wall in the process. He would have wondered at the lack of even an indentation if it hadn’t been that Harmony was still going on. He didn’t really know how to respond to anything she was saying. He knew she loved him, but how could he say anything back if he didn’t know what love was? He just didn’t understand the word. The closest thing he had known to love was when his parents were still alive and what he felt for Harmony was very different than how he had felt for his parents. Sure, he would be what a human might call heartbroken if Harmony died as he had been when his parents had been killed, but what he felt for this human would be a completely different kind of heartache. One he didn’t know if he would ever really understand.

What was he supposed to do? He had seen several human films over the years so he was completely aware of what a human man was supposed to do, but what was the protocol for a vampire and his human blood slave? And then there was the fact that Devon wasn’t a lying man. He would if he absolutely had to, to people like Tristan so he could suck up and maybe eventually get a damn divorce from Eden. He didn’t lie to Harmony because he thought it was just better if he told her the truth. Didn’t people always find out the truth eventually? Especially if they were involved with each other.

Slowly, he moved away from the wall and behind her as he tried to formulate a statement that was both true and not harsh. He really did not want her to be angry with him, though he would put up with it if she continued to stay this way. Devon took a deep breath and put a hand on each of her arms. “It does matter to me.” His voice came out in an oddly strained whisper. “I just can’t be sorry for it.” He paused a moment and tried to think of how he could explain how he felt about the entire situation. “Do you understand that I keep such a watch on you because you are completely right, it would hurt me to lose you… It could quite possibly kill me if you were gone…” He pressed a light kiss to the top of her head, holding onto her because he was a bit afraid she would run away from his touch. When he spoke again his voice was practically a whisper. “If I could love anyone, it would be you.” He kissed her cheek and wrapped his arms lightly around her. He wouldn’t force her to be near him now if she didn’t want to be. “I don’t understand love… You have to help show me.” Devon couldn’t remember ever asking for help, not even from his parents though he was sure that at one point he had probably run to his mom complaining of something or another. But this was completely new for the vampire.

[Harmony Ferguson]

She lost herself in thought as she stood there in the silence. She thought he would be furious with her for her outburst, but she couldn't help it. Now that he knew what thoughts had been running through her head the entire time he was gone for this last month, he would probably never trust her. She might have had a chance of one day getting to see New York City again, but now she doubted that. He probably wouldn't even take her to Greece now. She stood there in silence, thoughts of that sort running through her head as her hands clutched the sheets close to herself.

She wanted to shy away from his touch when he stood behind her, and it took all her might not to shy away when she felt his hands on her arms. She relaxed at his words though only tense up once more after he spoke further. "Why?" She asked weakly, looking down to the floor. "Why can't you be sorry for it?" There was a slight tremor in her voice as she spoke the words softly. She knew why already. Because he was a council member. He couldn't afford to be soft. Not to a slave. It hurt though. She knew she hurt him a number of times, but sometimes she felt like he hurt her on purpose.

She nodded her head weakly in understanding. She knew he cared about her. He worried too much about her though, and she supposed she could understand why he got so upset over the whole Tristan ordeal. She sighed softly and reached a hand up to rub at her forehead as his lips brushed over the crown of her head. "You worry too much Devon... " She looked to him over her shoulder. "I understand why, but... you can be so overbearing sometimes. And you have other things other than your blood slave you should be focusing on. " She murmured weakly, blue eyes looking him over intently. He could. There were so many times where she just wished he'd stop worry. That was part of their problem. He focused on her too much when he had other things he should be focused on. Like his station as a council member. She wanted to see him succeed as much as others wished to see him fail. More so, actually.

She knew that was the closest thing to "i love you" she would get for a while. And that was a very good start to how things should be. That's why instead of pulling away from him when his arms came around her, she turned to him and wrapped her own arms around him. She lightly nuzzled her nose against his chest for a minute, taking in the scents that covered his skin before she lifted her head and stood on her tip toes, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. And in the half a century that she had known Devon Soulstrick, he never asked anyone, not even Harmony, for help with something. That's why she smiled weakly when he told her she would have to help. She reached a hand up and laid it over where his heart was. There was no heartbeat, but the organ was still there. Tangible and intangible. She looked up to him after a moment of thought.

"It has to come from here, Devon. I know that it doesn't beat and it doesn't work in the way it's supposed to, but love always comes from the heart. It doesn't disguise itself. It may be a little hard to notice at first, but you'll know it when you feel it." Harmony was a bit of a hopeless romantic. She was in a pretty stereotypical hopeless romantic novel setting. A slave among her natural enemies. Yet she falls for the man who calls her his. Sometimes Harmony felt like she was living in a romance novel. She laid her her hand over his cheek tenderly as she met his gaze.

[Devon Soulstrick]

Devon wasn’t planning on answering the question about why he couldn’t feel sorry. Mostly because he thought part of it was obvious and that he’d explained the other part. He wasn’t going to be sorry for wanting to protect her, even if it would look odd to the other vampires for him to be protecting his blood slave so intently. He also wasn’t going to apologize for the fact that he was on council and refused to be seen as a soft vampire. Devon knew how to get things done and he wasn’t going to be seen as someone who couldn’t keep his slave in line. It would be the same for any vampire he created, or any species that he saw was below the vampire status. He knew she didn’t think it mattered to him at all, but that was far from the truth. Devon, whether he showed it or not, always cared about what Harmony thought or was feeling. He didn’t much like it, but Harmony was a part of almost every thought he had. Where once he just did what he wanted to in order to get by, now he had feelings of guilt whenever he did anything he knew would hurt her.

And he didn’t think he worried too much either. Devon had no intention of stopping his worry for the woman. That would mean letting his guard down a bit and there was no way he was going to do that. Letting his guard down would only provide someone with a better chance of getting at her. Someone could so easily use her to get to him and he was well aware of that. Though Harmony was his main priority and concern when it came to protection, he was also protecting himself. The vampire wasn’t stupid, he wasn’t going to risk her or him for any reason, even if Harmony thought he was a little too worrisome.

“I know what I’m doing.” His voice would have come out hard and determined had it not been for the fact that he was trying to calm her down a bit. Instead his voice was soft and his body remained mostly relaxed around her as they talked. “I can worry about you and about other things at the same time. And I’m going to continue to be protective of you. That’s not going to change.”

Feeling vulnerable was something that Devon didn’t like in the least, but it wasn’t like he could change that. He often talked to Harmony about things he considered normal though he talked to very few people about them, like his position on council and what he thought of the other vampires in the coven. But he would never ask for help or say anything that might make him feel like less of a man. He liked to have his image portrayed as that vampire who knew how and when to deal with things. Devon couldn’t remember feeling so vulnerable. The only thing that came close was when he stepped up to council after the death of his parents and he was unaware of what it was he was supposed to do. But that was a different kind of vulnerable.

He smiled a little, trying to put on a brave face, something Harmony might see through only because she knew him so well, and pressed his lips gently to hers. “I don’t know if I will know it.” He wasn’t going to lie to her about it. “You might have to be very patient.”

[Harmony Ferguson]

Why couldn't things be easier? Why couldn't she be a vampire? Why did she have to be a blood slave? So many whys and not a single answer. If things had only gone differently. But then again, when she thought like that, what if she never found Devon? She looked down to his Chest, her fingers stroking along the lines and ridges of his muscles. Why did things have to happen they way they did. She was miserable in this life. Treated like some sort of animal. The only time she was happy was when her and Devon had their own private moments. The second another vampire walked into the room she was a slave again.

She hated it. She just wanted to be treated like she was more than a toy. She knew things wouldn't be much more different as a changling, but at least when he changed her, she had a chance of gaining respect from people unlike as a slave. As long as she was a slave, she could never live a normal life.

She sighed, looking back up to him. She knew he knew what he was doing, but that did not mean she felt he worried too much. He had other things he needed to focus on. The council was still not entirely sure of Devon, and especially not now, when he was taking a blood slave as a lover. "But the council, Devon... I don't want to be the cause of any trouble you might face with the council. " She murmured softly as she looked over his face thoughtfully. He had enough he had to prove to the council. He didn't need to prove that he could handle his own blood slaves. She suppose she could have helped him a little more by being more obedient, but there were times where she couldn't help herself sometimes. Some things he said got her riled up and she couldn't help but talk back. There were some things that he did and said that rubbed against her the wrong way and she reacted without thinking.

Her hand stroked over his cheek tenderly at his words. She supposed a part of her could understand the apprehension. Blue eyes studied his face for a moment as she smiled weakly. "I promise I will be patient with you." She murmured sweetly, stroking her hand upwards to run though his hair tenderly. "And I promise that you'll know it when you feel it. " Harmony pressed close to him and she pressed a kiss to his bare chest. She pressed her body up close to his, closing her eyes softly as they stood there in the moonlight.

"You know you can trust me." She murmured softly as she started swaying to music she could hear in her head.

[Devon Soulstrick]

The vampire just couldn’t understand why his human was so concerned with how he stood with the council. To an extent he supposed that because Harmony cared about him she would want him to be successful. What he didn’t understand was her apparent desire for him to put his reputation with the council before her own safety. He knew the council members, and other vampires for that matter, thought differently about him since beginning his long relationship with his blood slave, not so much the relationship as Devon’s open willingness to be romantically involved with her in public. It was also no real secret that Devon wasn’t fond of his wife and he doubted that helped him any. But as far as his decisions on council went, no one could really say anything bad about that. As far as being a vampire went and doing what was expected of him, no one could say he was doing anything wrong in that way either. He took in a deep breath as he felt her fingers run over his chest and abs, glad that they were on touching terms again.

“Let me worry about the council. If there are any issues it won’t be because of you. I’ve made the decision to keep this going despite the fact I’m married and our statuses are different. If they only thing they can say about me is that I’m having a relationship with a human…” Devon let out a bit of a snort. He didn’t think there was much to that. “Vampires have relationships with humans anyway. And with Julian’s relationship with his human, I don’t think anyone in the council will openly speak up about ours.” It was times like this that Devon was glad that he had befriended the half vampire half wolf. He respected Julian even if he thought his choice in mate was questionable. He had nothing personal against the woman Julian had chosen, only that he’d brought her in and she wasn’t even a slave or considered a servant. At least slaves and servants served the vampires, there was some dignity in that, a little more respect went with that for Devon because at least slaves and servants knew where they stood in relation to vampires. But he wouldn’t risk Julian’s friendship to say anything about it as anything more than polite inquiry.

Devon wasn’t sure if he would feel it when it happened, like Harmony said he would. He firmly believed that she believed he would feel it, but he didn’t understand how he could feel something he knew very little about. But as long as she was willing to be patient with him, he supposed he could rest a little easier. He was growing worried that she expected him to change overnight when he had no intention of changing at all. He thought she expected too much of him as far as this love thing went. Harmony had no issues telling him that she loved him. Devon had used the words several times to other women, even to Eden in the beginning, but never to Harmony. Those words had been used to get women into bed or allow him to feed from them; to gain his trust so he could hurt them. He didn’t want to do that to Harmony.

His hands rested on her waist and pulled her against him gently. She said that he could trust her. The thing was that he did trust her with some things. He trusted her with his emotions which was something he didn’t share with anyone else. And he trusted her to keep his secrets even though he was well aware of the gossip that went on between slaves and servants. He was just too afraid of losing her to let her out of his site in a public setting, especially if it meant they were out of the mansion. “I just don’t want to wake up one night and realize you’ve disappeared,” he admitted a little reluctantly. One of his fists grasped some of the fabric of the sheet. He really hated that she wrapped herself up like that but he didn’t say anything about it. He just pressed his lips to hers gently. “I don’t know if I could recover from that.”

[Harmony Ferguson]

She nodded her head softly, looking to his chest as she bit her bottom lip. It wasn't that she wanted to be an annoyance about it. She just wanted to see him succeed. And she didn't want him to be the reason he didn't. She could never forgive herself if she was the cause of his failure. He had a lot to prove to the council. He was the youngest member after all. That alone meant he had a lot to prove to them. She didn't want to be the reason something happened among the council. She sighed and stroked his chest softly, blue eyes taking in his muscular form. "Those are different circumstances and you know Tristan does not approve of their match... and you know as well as I do that he doesn't approve of us... that's why he insists upon tormenting me when your back is turned."

Blue eyes lifted back to his face as she wrapped an arm around his waist softly, stroking the small of his back. Tristan didn't approve. At all. And she knew that between him and Eden, Harmony would never get to have what Eden had. She wanted to be Devon's wife. To give him children. To give him an heir. She supposed she could give him children, but they would be hybrids. And Tristan would certainly never allow one of them as heir to the council member seat.

Harmony did not realize how much she missed Devon's presence until now. When he was finally back. She was so miserable while he was gone, and it was clear from the dark circles under her blue eyes she hadn't slept well the last few days. Of course she didn't. She spent the last few weeks as Tristan's slave and slept in his bedroom with him. That wasn't exactly the most ideal situation to sleep in. And that was when she was comfortable and would reluctantly climb under the covers with him. It had been pure misery without Devon. She felt miserable usually even when Devon was here, but she could at least find comfort in him while they were alone. She took comfort from him when she needed it. She was thankful for that much at least.

She looked up to him as he pulled her closer and she happily obliged him, moving closer to him. Why was it, he could trust her with so many things, and yet, he could not trust her out in public? He trusted her with so much of who he really was. He never held back his emotions around her, unless he thought he was upsetting her, and even then he was known to continue with the emotions he felt. He told her all manner of secrets that she would never tell another living soul. How come he couldn't trust her to go out in public with him? Did he really think she longed for freedom so bad that she would make an escape attempt like that? Apparently he did. Why couldn't he just see that she didn't wish to do anything that would ever harm him?

She shifted a little when she felt his hands clutching against her sheets. She knew he disliked it when she wrapped herself up in the sheets, but the cold didn't bother him like it bothered her. She looked up to him with a frown and pulled away a little, letting the sheet fall to the floor and pool around her feet, leaving him naked for him. It was a bit of a distraction though. "You know I would never do that. It's like I said. You've been gone for a month . And I didn't run away because of you. Because I can't hurt you like that. I care about you too much to do that to you. It would hurt me as much as it hurt you..." Her hand lifted and stroked over his cheek tenderly. How could she ever make him see? See that she cared too much about him to hurt him in such a way. She thought over it a moment as she pressed close to him for warmth. " Let me prove it to you, first. Let me prove that you can trust me. Take me out to the city one night..." She hoped he would agree to it. He should have known by now that he could trust her. She loved him too much to hurt him in such a way. So she was going to give him a chance to allow her to prove that she would not run from him. She had not tried to escape in forty years. She would have thought that was proof enough, but apparently not. "Please, Devon?" She murmured weakly.

[Devon Soulstrick]

Devon’s jaw tensed slightly, but that was the only real indication that the topic of conversation made him uncomfortable. He had just gotten back and the last thing he wanted to be reminded of was that Tristan had tortured Harmony, at least mentally, while he’d been gone. Devon was going to have to do something about the whole Tristan issue, though there wasn’t much he could do aside from asking Tristan to stop. He couldn’t believe how much he had taken from Tristan and still respected him. Not now; he’d never be able to forgive Tristan for what he’d done to Harmony. Tristan was becoming more and more a dictator every day and Devon could do very little except watch it happen. Devon couldn’t understand why the rules should be different for their leader. He hadn’t thought anything about it before but that was before he knew that Tristan actually took advantage of the fact that his rules were different.

The fact that Tristan didn’t approve of Julian’s choice of partner either didn’t matter much. Devon was sure Julian wouldn’t allow his father to influence who he wanted if he wanted it bad enough. Assuming that Julian wouldn’t allow his father to pick his mate for him and as long as he was on friendly terms with the half vampire half wolf, Devon figured, for the moment, his relationship with Harmony was safe. Theoretically, Tristan should be far more concerned with Julian than with Devon, seeing as Devon was still married to a vampire and, though he did not want to, was working to produce an heir. Not to mention Devon wasn’t at all related to Tristan as far as he was aware.

“What Tristan doesn’t approve of is his own problem, but I think he’ll be busy with his son for a while. I think he’ll try to fix Julian before he turns his attention back to us.” And hopefully that would give Devon time to figure out what exactly he was going to do about the entire situation. Maybe by then he could talk to some other council members. If they all agreed that Tristan having different rules was unfair, they might have a shot at changing things. It wouldn’t be easy; Devon knew that there weren’t many who would speak out against Tristan, but maybe if they saw how he treated his own son…

He watched as she pulled away from him, starting to frown until he watched her drop the sheet to the floor. After being away for a month, he had to admit that he would prefer to see her naked than clothed at this point. He let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around her when she pressed against him again. He knew the cold affected her more than it did him, but he couldn’t help that he liked the way she looked without clothes. Devon supposed that since she had been there a month and hadn’t tried to get away, even with what Tristan had put her through, he could loosen up a bit when it came to going places. “I don’t want you going anywhere alone. But I don’t see the harm in taking you out of the mansion for a bit.” He kissed the top of her head and took in her scent.

[Harmony Ferguson]

Blue eyes took note of the way his jaw tightened up and she instantly wished she just kept her mouth shut. She knew what it meant. He was upset or uncomfortable with something she did or said. She stroked her knuckles along his jaw softly in an attempt to try and make him un-tense his jaw. "I'm sorry... I keep upsetting you." She murmured weakly, biting her bottom lip as she studied him. She was always upsetting him. It seemed like she could never let them have a moment of happiness. She didn't understand what it was about her that made her ruin the moments all the time.

Something would have to be done about Tristan. The problem was that nothing really could be done about him though. Even if Devon asked Tristan not to bother Harmony there was no guarantee that Tristan would do as he was asked. If anything Tristan would probably do worse things than what he did while Devon was away to Harmony. She just wish they could figure something out. Something where both Eden and Tristan were out of the picture. She sighed and looked to his chest, running her fingers along his bare chest softly. "Don't ask him to stay away, Devon... knowing Tristan... it will only make things worse..." She murmured softly. She knew as long as Devon was around, Tristan wouldn't try too many things like he had while Devon was gone, but asking him to stay away from Harmony... Harmony saw no good in doing that.

Her head nodded softly as she looked out the window to think for a minute. He was right. As long as Julian was with his human, who Harmony was curious to meet after the things she heard about her, Tristan would be more worried about his son than Devon and Harmony. She supposed a part of her could be thankful to Julian for bringing Selena back with him. It took a lot of the focus off of Devon and Harmony. Her gaze turned back to Devon after a moment, hand stroking up and down his chest slowly.

She smiled warmly and kissed his jaw softly at his words. He didn't understand at all how it felt to her to know that he would take her out of the mansion. It had been so long since she left the mansion grounds. So long. She knew it was a long way for him to let her out alone. It would take a lot of trust for him to allow her such a freedom, but she was willing to work for that trust. She only wished for him to trust her to not leave him like that. She would never do that to him. She would never forgive herself if she hurt him. "The ballet... It's been so long since I've seen a ballet. I'd love to see another." She murmured softly, looking out the window once more.

Another couple of hours and the sun would begin to rise. She pulled away from him breifly to start closing the black out blinds and curtains he installed in her bedroom long ago. They would allow him to sleep in her bedroom without any harm coming to him from the sunlight. Once the final ones were closed she turned back to him and slowly approached him. " Come back to bed, Devon. I do not care if you are rough with me or not. I've missed you so very much. All I care about is the longing to feel you once more before sun up." She murmured the words sweetly to him, stroking her hand along his abs and chest softly.

[Devon Soulstrick]

The two of them were constantly balancing on edge. One wrong thing said could set either of them off, granted it was much easier to upset Devon. Just the thought of Harmony doing something he didn’t approve of was enough to make the vampire tense. He was sure he did things that upset her - like when he stayed with his wife however much he hated to do it, or fed from other people since feedings led to other things, or just the way he degraded humans in general. And for some reason, though they agitated each other so much, he couldn’t imagine existing without her. He ran a thumb over her bottom lip as she bit it and gave a sort of breathy laugh. “You’re going to make yourself bleed if you keep doing that.”

He sighed and ran one of his hands through her blonde locks, wishing there was something he could do about Tristan. “I’ll stay quiet for now.” He wasn’t going to promise anything else. If Tristan went too far it was very likely that Devon would do something entirely irrational. Maybe he could talk to Julian. The two of them might be able to work something out where they could keep Tristan at bay and away from their humans. If Devon thought getting another human would make Tristan gravitate more toward the new one, he’d do it, but he figured the only reason Tristan tortured Harmony like he did was because of the feelings Devon obviously had for the woman. He supposed that was partially his fault. If he didn’t treat Harmony differently than he did other humans then maybe Tristan would have left her alone.

Devon relaxed slightly as the subject changed. He’d much rather be talking about doing anything with Harmony than the person Devon probably hated most now. And the ballet was a surprise; he had thought she might want to see a movie or something on Broadway, or something most other young women liked to do. Not a ballet, though he wouldn’t complain about it. Devon wasn’t particularly fond of the ballet, but he didn’t hate it either. And if that was something she wanted to do he would gladly take her to one for a night. As long as she wasn’t alone, anyway. His fingers gently caressed her skin. “If that’s where you want to go, then I’ll get tickets.” He pressed his lips to her neck where the marks he’d left a month ago were slowly fading away and the new ones he’d made tonight would threaten to come open again if he put just the right amount of pressure on them. But she’d lost too much blood tonight and he doubted she would be physically strong enough to lose much more.

As she pulled away from him, Devon frowned slightly. He didn’t want to be away from her for one second if he could help it right now. But when he realized what she was doing he just sighed. The sun. It would be rising in a few hours and he would be finally getting a good days rest instead of sharing a bed with that damned wife of his. Harmony’s words surprised him. He was almost certain they would just be lying in bed but she was giving him permission to be rough with her. Not that he needed permission if he really wanted something from his slave, but he didn’t enjoy when he woke up and her skin had turned blue and purple in some areas. If he lost too much control of himself he knew he could cause far worse injuries than a bruise here and there.

But he really couldn’t help himself if she was offering herself up like that. In one swift movement he had her lifted up, his hands locking around her legs to keep them around him and heading for the bed. His fangs were extended though he wouldn’t be using them as he practically threw them both onto the bed. Already his grasp on her was much tighter than it would have been had he been feeding, and while she probably wouldn’t be coming out of this unbruised, he would try to keep his mind clear enough to keep her injuries to a minimum.


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