33. More than a Woman

Demetrius

I lie in my bed staring up at the ceiling as the sunlight drifts in the room. Another night of great sleep, thanks to a certain someone. It’s something that has been commonplace the last few days, but in the past very rare.

The woman beside me shuffles making a cute little sound and I pull her close with a wide grin. She doesn’t wake but I’m not surprised by the way I handled her body the night before and early into morning hours. The way she continued to give herself to me relentlessly surprised me. Her human body is stronger than I anticipated.

Just thinking about it and staring at her naked form has me ready for more, but I decide against it. She really does need the rest. Even though I fed her my blood, her body needs to recuperate. There will be plenty of time for more rounds later.

I kiss her forehead gently relishing the way she feels next to me. It has been a week of repetition just like this except each time is more exciting.

We’ve come up with a sort of