"OTIS!" I cried out in ecstasy, my pussy walls clenching around his throbbing cock as his release shot into me. We enjoyed the soaring orgasm together, the two of us cumming and enjoying the blissful waves of pleasure our unity brought in like a tsunami.
He took a minute to selfishly enjoy another round of my blood, and that left me lightheaded as I trembled through the smaller waves of bliss that tingled down my body.
When his fangs retracted, he pulled me into his arms and flipped us over once more, the two of us breathless as we worked on calming ourselves from that extraordinary high.
"That...was...delightful," I panted.
Otis moved to lay on his side, reaching out to brush a few of the wet strands that clung to my sweaty face. “I’ve never felt so alive," he quietly whispered.
I turned my attention on him, relieved that he looked so much better.
"Don't ever deny yourself of blood again." Even though I was drained of the excess energy that had been coursing through me when I first woke up, I made sure my voice was thick with authority as my eyes narrowed. "I don't care if I’m handcuffed in a cell or showering in a cubed-up shower room. If you need blood, you find me and take what you need."
"You're scarier than when you're in BTS mode," he muttered more to himself, but ended up snuggling against me.
"Hey. I'm mhmm." He kissed me before I could emphasize my point, and I gave up in my attempt to lecture him further. I'm sure he knew what I was stressing on, and hopefully, he'd take my advice.
Once he finished kissing me, I muttered, "Don't listen to me and I'll ban you from even touching me."
He leaned back just slightly to give me the cutest pout I'd ever seen, enough to make me snicker. "I'm sorry, but you look like a moping Adonis."
"That hurts my pride, but not as much as being denied sex," he grumbled.
"Then be good and do as I say." I plopped a kiss onto his lips and snuggled right into his side. His hands were already clawing through my hair while he relaxed against the sheets with his eyes staring up at the ceiling.
"Cassandra."
"If you're going to ask if I'm okay, I am," I quietly replied.
"I'm not referring to me drawing blood from you," he pointed out. "I'm asking are you okay?" His response and repeated question only emphasized what he was referring to, but I didn't have a proper answer to give.
"A part of me feels as though I should be a crying mess of emotions and fears. I should be. I mean, that's what the human side of me would do. Wade in the puddle of anxieties and wishes for all of this to end so we can return to our previous lives."
"But," he whispered.
"I don't feel like crying," I confessed. "I don't want to mourn the woman I once was, the naive individual who wished to belong in a world of supernatural grace and power. If I mourn, it means she's dead, and yet that part of me is still...me. Yes, I'm no longer a human, but the roots of my upbringing still continue to grow and bear fruit. It's hard to explain how I feel. The fear that worries me is that I still won't be strong enough to face whatever hidden enemies await us. It's all complicated and I'm just trying to adapt to this new side of the world. Feels good to be a part of what I always desired, but maybe I'm just waiting for there to be some sort of cost because my dream finally came true."
"You don't need to shed a single tear to acknowledge and embrace what happened to you, Cassandra."
I lifted my head slightly to look over to him, and he gently kissed my forehead.
"You endured a crazy journey of self-discovery and secrets that many thought would remain in the depths of the darkness of our world. Accepting what happened to you doesn't mean you have to shed tears of sadness and worry. You can continue to lift your head up high and walk into this new world just like you have and that's okay. I just want to make sure you know that it's okay to not be okay, and if you ever suddenly feel that wave of overwhelming emotion that brings tears to your eyes, just know I'll be right there."
"That's the most romantic thing you've said in your lifetime," I teased. All that did was make him push me away and roll over onto his other side.
"I'm going back to sleep."
"Aww, don't be embarrassed!" I giggled quietly and hugged him from behind. "Do I still taste good?"
"Ya," he muttered. "Better than before."
He finally turned back over and pulled me against him. "We're not going to get many opportunities like this once we leave."
"I know," I whispered. "So let's enjoy it."
His hands raked through my hair once more, and I lifted my head up to receive the soft touch of his addicting lips.
"Don't make me worry," he moaned quietly when we broke the kiss.
"That's a hard bargain to strike," I acknowledged.
"Hmm." He frowned but sighed. "Just don't die."
"I plan not to, but thanks for the kind reminder." I winked and lowered my head to kiss his collar bone.
"We're going to have to train you when we get to Dubai."
"I know."
"Don't complain when I kick your ass."
"Don't complain when I do the same and slap it as a bonus." I licked my lips, which only made him stare at me.
"You'd enjoy every bit of it, wouldn't you?"
"I would," I purred.
"Dangerous, dominating woman."
"You love me."
He laughed and lowered my head back onto his chest. He rolled me onto my back again, hovering over me as he whispered, "That I do. Enough that I want you again."
"Take it nice and slow, sexy," I whispered. "We have all the time in the world."
Within the bubble of our love, we surely did.
"Private jet bathrooms are big enough to have sex in," I quietly muttered as I washed my hands.
"Was all the sex you had with Otis not enough?" Quil inquired.
"No one can have enough sex when you've been deprived of it for so long," I argued out loud. "Plus, it was really good."
"No wonder why you're in a merry mood," Quil noted.
"That, or because we get as much as food as we want while chilling in leather seats and having an extravagant amount of wine available to us," I commented as I closed the tap. Looking into the mirror, I continued, "We have to enjoy this while we can, seeing as we're going to be in a closed-off space for who knows how long."
"Do you think their prison will be far worse than Psychic Prison?"
"To be truthful, I'm not sure," I admitted. "Tristan is still doing his research on it, so unless he finds some sort of leak somewhere that gives us some insight, we're going to be entering blind territory. Not like we knew anything about Psychic Prison when we arrived."
"True."
I noticed her energy fade as I lowered my gaze to look at my hands.
"You're really enjoying using Otis's speed lately," I commented, lifting my head once more to see a smiling Adonis. He lowered his chin to my shoulder before hooking his arms around my waist.