Page 14 of Stolen By the Demon

“We could,” I offered, “or we could end this finally, once and for all.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your father and mine, for whatever reason, will keep coming after us. We can either fight them here, now, or we can be on the run for eternity.”

She ripped the necklace of her neck and threw it into the fireplace, a useless gesture, but understandable nevertheless.

“Why do you fight for me?” She asked, staring straight into my eyes.

I stepped closer in front of Blanche, took her chin into the cradle of my thumb, and caressed her cheek with my finger.

“Because I love you, I always heave.” I replied simply.

Her pupils dilated as she locked her eyes with mine, I felt a shudder move through her and when she said my name, it was like a caress, “Devon.”

“You’re mine Blanche, you’ve always been mine.” I stated and suddenly the urge to be alone with her was overpowering. Whatever happened would happen. Jonathan would return, but not in the next few hours. My men and I would have plenty of time to plan for that. Now I just wanted to be alone with the only woman I had ever loved.

I turned to my men, “Give me some time alone with her.” Then I turned to Blanche, holding out my hand, “Come.”

Without hesitation she placed her hand in mine and followed me up the winding staircase to the upper floors, where the bedrooms were located, taking her straight to her old room. I had it restored to how it had been when she left, but had the furniture updated as well as the bedding.

The wall to the room next to her had been removed and the chamber had been turned into a closet and a bathroom. “The closet is behind that door,” I said, pointing, “and this is the bathroom.” I opened the door to show her.

“The toilet, tub, sink, shower, and this is how they work.”

I showed her how to fill the sink and tub and adjust the shower to her liking. It took me a moment before I caught her looking at the toilet strangely. I opened the lid and explained the flush.

She shook her head, appearing flustered. I was sure the old Blanche's cheeks would have turned pink. “What is it?”

She licked her lips. “A lady is not supposed to—”

“Blanche, it’s me. You can be open with me. What's wrong? Is it that time of the month? Do you need anything—”

She raised her hand to stop me, looking truly embarrassed. Her entire face would have been as flaming red as her hair. I knew because I had spent many times teasing a blush out of her.

“Ever since I woke yesterday, I haven't… I haven't needed to… relieve myself.” She lowered her head and bit her lip, a picture of discomfort. I had forgotten how innocent she was, how pure. My Blanche. My little flame. My love for her soared through every part of my being as I stepped closer to her. I lifted her head gently with one finger to make her look me in the eyes. “Do you trust me?”

She blinked a few times, and I was sure a tear would have run down her face had she still been capable of it. “Oh, Blanche.”

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her cold forehead. “My Blanche. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. How much I love you. I’ll never let anything bad happen to you again. I swear.”

Ever so slowly, her arms lifted from down her sides. Anticipation filled me and nearly made me explode before she embraced me. I swallowed hard and was astounded to notice moisture building in my eyes. I had only cried once in the thousands of years I had been alive. Demon princes do not cry. I hadn't even been sure we could until it happened to me.

It was one of the many things she taught me.

I couldn't help it. I lowered my head, nudging hers up with the knuckles of my hand. Like magnets, we were drawn to each other. I closed my eyes and savored the moment my lips made contact with hers—lips I had thought I would never kiss again, lips that tasted just as sweet as the first time and the last time I kissed her.

With a moan, she opened up to me like a delicate flower. Her lips parted, and my tongue carefully entered her mouth.

Her hands rose to my head and moved through my hair in such a familiar way that it nearly knocked me onto my knees.

I deepened our kiss, allowing my hands to roam the body I had missed for over four hundred years. I followed her full curves and yearned to hold her tits, but I took it slow. I didn't want to scare her. It was like winning her all over again. It had taken me weeks the first time. But I would do it again and again if that was the price I had to pay for her to be back in my life.

His embrace felt like coming home. I still felt aimless, not having any memories, and the few that came back were more disturbing than assuring, but here in his arms, I knew I was safe.

His earlier words came back to me; your heart stopped. You don’t need to breathe any longer. And I realized what his words meant: You're dead. Dead! My stomach knotted and suddenly, all I wanted was to feel alive and forget about all of this, everything. As if he read my wish, his lips descended on mine, brushed mine slightly before he applied gentle pressure, and my body responded even though I didn't know what to do or what to expect.

Definitely not his tongue entering. Yet it felt so right. With a moan, I leaned deeper into him and relished in the warmth of his hands as they moved up and down my body, making me yearn for more.

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