25. If Tomorrow Never Comes.

We drove to the castle. I got my head straight on the way, without rage, but I didn't speak. There was nothing to say. Damon said nothing as we drove into the castle courtyard, and he turned off the car. I unbuckled my belt and started walking towards the entrance. I heard the men talking to each other as I let them in, too.

It didn't escape Adam's notice that the competitors rigged the security system. I heard him mutter something about it to Damon as I went inside. I walked straight to the kitchen and got myself a bottle of Jaffa. Now, I didn't want a Coca-Cola. I had learned to drink enough caffeine so I could have something else to drink now and then.

It was time to enjoy and get some reward for being a good girl and let that fucking drugging Salvatore drug me. That was quite a feat because I didn't have time to take a role, so I just had to grin it and bear it on that fruit farm. He had no idea about my mind as I had kept my thought as myself.

I went to a very comfortable kitchen chair to sit and have a drink. I had gotten some chairs from an antique shop, and they were great to sit in. Most of the items would arrive within a couple of days when they would have a delivery date. I had quite lot art in my walls and statues and stuff that I had left. This was big castle after all. 

I could just hear the men chatting a little bit everywhere and some little snippet of conversation always came into my ear. The men wandered around the castle, mostly downstairs, conversing whenever and wherever. I didn't care.

I wasn't about to give them a tour of the place, and I just noticed that my orders had come in again, and the men were opening boxes eagerly. My plan was simple. I was going to take a shower when I had finished my drink. I was not planning ahead anymore. Just what to do next.

Damon's drugs dry the mouth so fucking effectively. I was just thinking that I was still pretty patronized. Adam gets to take care of my money and Damon has the power to decide all the medical treatment again. He informed me of this at the bird farm, so theoretically, I couldn't even sue Damon for that when he could say it was necessary, and since we don't obey human law, the patient's rights don't really apply in this pack.

The men were just so satanically jealous, and Mimosa was cursing herself when Damon's cocktail had worked on her, too. She didn't appreciate being drugged, either. I sat and sipped my Jaffa, held myself in check, and got my head completely clear, waiting for the shower.

The day had been hot and being glued to a hot man's body made me sweat more or less. So I wanted to freshen up. What then? After the shower, well, I would probably go eat. I had still food in fridge, and ingredients as well.

But let's get on with it and I stood up, put my bottle away in the collection bag. Now, I was thinking about going in there for a shower when Damon and Adam came up to me.

Damon said excitedly. "Come on, baby, come and see. "

Damon led me under the staircase. Under that the spiral staircase, which actually came from the north side of the third floor. I had gone down those stairs, too.

" Our wedding, this is where you come down those stairs, and the ceremony is held here three-day wedding. We have our own honeymoon suite and three wedding nights, baby. Doesn't that sound magical? "

He pointed to a large lobby space that opened up into a large dining room at the back. The space was enormous, and it still echoed quite badly even though I had put rugs here and there and wall hangings I had found. Those hides would probably help, too.

I was a bit surprised, but as I was still pretty fucked up about the whole Satanic drugging thing, my response was quite sharp. Oh, these are already planned for the wedding.

I looked at Damon and said, "I haven't even heard of a proposal yet, let alone said yes. I wonder if you'll get ahead of things a bit. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a shower, and then I'm going to have a meal. You two can plan the wedding as much as you like, but I'm part of the operation, and I haven't agreed yet."

I walked briskly away and went up the elevator to the sixth floor. There was a nest made for me, not a fuck room, but a delicate pink and purple, fuzzy nest. I didn't wait until I heard any objections.

I went to my room. There was a huge waterbed. The bedspread was a pink silk bedspread; the carpets were a purple long-haired material. The bathroom was again very much marble, but I had put a shelf in there and stocked up on towels and bathrobes.

I had ordered lots of shower soaps and shampoos that worked for me, and there were also fresh scents available now and then. I now took off my sweaty dress and put it in the wash, as well as my underpants.

I had taken the scarf off my hair earlier and stepped into the extra large marble shower, turned on the water, and let the hot water rinse the sweat off my skin first. It felt like heaven. As the water hit my tense muscles, I felt them relax, and I exhaled.

The large showerhead let the water come over me just as I wanted it to, and my pleasure was immense. I liked to wash and get the sweat off. I didn't hear Damon come into my room again. Then I washed my very long, thick, blood-red, and curly hair again, and I was half irritated when I knew that my hair would be all wet.

I didn't want to dry and blow dry it when I wanted to cool down, so the hot air directly on my head didn't really hit me that hard; the shower was just what I needed: relaxing, warm, and cleansing. I knew that If i did not dry myself too much, it would cool me off wonderfully.

Luckily, I had a towel handy so I could get my hands on it and not have to walk around the bathroom dripping water and getting everything wet. I didn't have a towel for my hair, but I had one on the shelf. I turned off the water, wrung my hair dry as best I could, reached for the towel, and hand-brushed at nothing.

"Looking for this?" Damon asked, holding the towel in his hands.

His voice was half amused, half aroused, and he leaned against the bathroom wall, holding the towel in his hands, now watching me as the shower curtain parted so he could see my whole body. Oh fuck. He looked at me with heat in his gaze, smirking very dangerously.

" Give me the towel so I can eat, please." I tried to keep my voice even.

There was something different in him. That Darling side..

I tried to keep my calm. Not to show that my pulse was a little racing, and I was a little unsure, almost shy, and I tried to be behind the shower curtain.

Damon growled dangerously, seductively. "What if I don't? Will you take it from me, press that gorgeous firm body of yours against me? Will you feel how hard and hot my cock is already in my pants, how your pussy is moistening at my touch? How your body prepares to be fucked to bits, to be taken."

Oh, this boy can talk. His voice, oozed seduction and he knew me too well. Now his intentions were pretty damn clear, and I tried to get myself together. My pussy had heard that promise, and I felt wet. I swallowed.

And said, "Or I'll just take another towel from that shelf.."

Damon came behind the shower wall. "Now baby, now you have to get past me and don't think you're getting anywhere to eat. It's time for us to get busy, and that bed is made for the two of us. What's it been since the last time we fucked, the first day of cruising? It was about nine months ago at least, baby."

He was in a pretty damn fierce mood and would not listen to any argument. Damon took off his shirt and threw it in the laundry hamper. The jeans were also gone very quickly, and the fully erect dick made my pussy wet even more.

 Then he came behind the shower wall and threw me against the wall, pressed himself against me, gluing my back to the wall, and kissed me so passionately, so deeply, that the kiss itself was intoxicating. He was showing to me how to kiss.

There was a longing in that kiss so hard you could feel it, and I responded with an equally hard need. I also let my rage come out, as I had learned to use it a little with Adam, and I didn't think at all about how he would even react to it.

I grabbed his hair and pulled his head, digging my nails into his scalp as we kissed like nothing was enough. His hands were already roaming all over my body, exploring, remembering, already reaching everywhere. He guided me out of the shower, kissing and touching me.

We were wild. Our kisses got rougher and rougher the more we gave ourselves permission to show everything we had. He dumped me on the bed with a grunt, now taking control of my hands, gripping my wrists in one hand on the top of my head as he came on top of me and kissed me. He pushed his thighs between my legs, grunting in an animalistic voice. "Better spread those legs, bitch."

 I laughed hoarsely but didn't have time to react as he used his other hand and spread my legs, pushed into my wet pussy with one mighty thrust right to the base, and thrust into me repeatedly, hard, demanding, violent. We continued kissing.

He didn't give me much chance to do anything as he continued exploring and possessing my body, nibbling, licking my neck, under my ears, my chest, and my throat. All the time, he fucked as hard, as brutally rough as he could. He took me, and I had no choice.

His power play had taken on an extra dimension, as he was now using his teeth and biting much more. It was extremely arousing to feel Damon's teeth directly on my trachea. He held me in a place like that, biting mercilessly harder if I moved any further. He saw me now stronger; he had to keep me under his control and nothing was too much for me. Not at all.

The pace of his thrusts with no sign of ending in power or passion, but he grunted in a familiar sound as I also developed a pretty fucking gigantic explosion inside me. As the wave of pleasure hit and took me downright unconscious, I felt a sharp pain straight in my throat. His teeth clamped right down middle of my throat.

Damon was biting my trachea the whole time. His thick, hot cream of passion was surging inside me, and it was very, very hot, thick, and there was a lot. I would be very well stuffed after this. I felt our true soulmate bond forming again between us, a highway that was full of emotions and sensations. We were one. 

We lay on top of each other, Damon looking at me with burning eyes, feeling me, us. He said, " Now I am whole again. Oh darling, I need you."

He kept going, thrusting, still hard and passionate, and I was in. Now I had a mating mark in the middle of my trachea, and oh, how he enjoyed biting and nipping at it as we fucked, and we had no boundaries again. I don't know, and I don't remember what we talked about if we talked about anything.

We had nine months of fucking debt, and oh yes, we tried our best at it; we just couldn't get enough of each other. Sometime later, I lay limp against Damon's chest, and his hand was playing in my hair and on my back, one hand on my side, my thigh, my pussy.

We kissed, and I bit his lips. And then I sank my teeth into his neck and drank slowly, enjoying the blood like I did with Adam. But this one was a little bit more snappy. He rolled me under him again, untied me from the drink itself, grunted, kissed me deeply, greedily, passionately, and somewhere, I still found the power to go on. We had no limits, and once we got the initial rush and need off, we sanctified the room and properly. The sex beast and the fuck machine were back in full swing. We were fucking like there would not be tomorrow and we had have each other.