The Perfect Duchess (Completed)

Chapter 15. 1796 

By midnight, everyone was leaving Remington Hall. Some were drunk, others nearly stumbling with exhaustion. However, not one person left the grand country estate feeling disappointed. Everyone was smiling.
Sliding one arm around his new bride's shoulders, James escorted Camille upstairs to their chamber. Opening the door, he gently nudged her inside. "Welcome to our chamber Lady Remington."
Camille gazed around the beautiful bedroom, her mouth slightly open with wonder. The room was large, composed of cream and dusty blue walls. There was a large glass window overlookingCamille gazed around the beautiful bedroom, her mouth slightly open with wonder. The room was large, composed of cream and dusty blue walls. There was a large glass window overlooking the countryside, a gigantic king sized bed, bathing chamber and chamber pot, closet and dressing table, and blazing fireplace. The room was surrounded by two dozen glowing candles, as well as one dozen crystal vases filled with red roses.
James closed the door softly behind them. "What do you think? Do you like it?"
Camille turned and slid her arms around his neck, kissing him softly. "I love it, it's perfect."
James returned her kiss, his hands moving to the back of her gown and beginning to remove it. "I'm glad, because this room is where our babies are going to be made."
Camille smiled, starting to unbutton his jacket. "Can't we make our babies anywhere we desire?"
James chuckled, shrugging out of his jacket waist coat and shirt. "Of course. However, I want to make our babies in our room. I feel that it would be perfect that way."
Camille carefully stepped out of her gown as it curled around her feet. "I agree."
Once they were naked, they stared at one another's bodies with hunger and desire. Their eyes traveled across every curve and muscle, outlining and mesmerizing every last detail. They came together, their arms wrapping around one another tightly as their lips met for a passionate kiss. As their tongues started dancing to a beautiful waltz, they fell to the bed, becoming intertwined moments later.
James brushed a few curls away from Camille's face, his eyes dark with desire. "You are so beautiful my love."
Camille caressed his cheek. "You are absolutely exquisite my darling."
James moved his left hand to brush gently against her breast, his thumb moving to stroke her nipple. "Shall we drink from one another first, or should we make love?"
Camille shivered with pleasure, feeling fire explode right down to the Apex between her legs. "I don't believe I can wait until morning to make love to you my dear. I need you and want you now."
James felt his member Gro at those delicious words. His eyes became even darker, and his lips came down sweetly and feverishly against hers. "Then we make love tonight and drink tomorrow."
Without another word, their bodies came together in a delicious frenzy. Their hips moved with perfect synchronization, whatever pain they experienced moving to the back of their minds. All that mattered was the two of them, their lips and hands and bodies moving together, and nothing else. They kissed, caressed, touched and sucked one another with pleasure and passion. Each motion, each brush of their lips or fingertips, sent wave after wave of love cascading through them.
James collapsed on top of Camille, his cock pulsing with his release. Rolling away from her slightly, he brought her against him, kissing her deeply. "I love you so much."
Camille eagerly returned his kiss, placing her head against his chest. "I love you even more."
James ran his fingertips through her curls. "How many children do you wish to have?"
Camille moved her index finger around his belly button with lazy circles. "I've always wanted four children, two boys and two girls."
James smiled brightly. "I believe I would love two boys and two girls would be perfect."
Exchanging another sweet kiss, they became lost in one another once again for the remainder of the night. When they finally finished, they fell asleep, curled up against each other.
***
The following morning, James and Camille slowly opened their eyes, coming face-to-face with one another. Smiling, they kissed softly before making love for a third time. When they finished, they snuggled together, watching as sunlight began streaming in through the window.
Camille looked at him. "How much blood do we need to take from one another?"
James stroked her back. "Not very much, about three swallows."
Camille. "That seems like a good amount. Should we do it together or separately?"
James. "Together would be ideal. That way we can feel each other's emotions at the same time."
Camille. "All right."
James took her face between his hands, staring into her eyes intently. "Are you ready to bind yourself to me forever?"
Camille smiled, kissing the tip of his nose. "I've been ready to bind myself to you since last night."
James chuckled, kissing her forehead. "I feel the same way my love. I am ready to bind myself to you for all of eternity."
Without any more hesitation, they came closer and plunged their teeth into one another's skin. After taking three swallows of blood from each other, they licked each other's neck clean. Pulling away, they stared at one another, gazing deeply into each other's soul.
James brushed his lips against hers tenderly. "Mine."
Camille returned his kiss. "Mine."
Feeling their emotions swirling together, they started kissing feverishly and passionately, curling up on the bed. Within seconds, they became plunged into ecstasy once more. It was clear that no one was going to come between them and their bond ever again. Their bond was solidified.