Windows the Series- Book 2

Chapter 13

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                                                                                                    13

                                                                                 "True Meaning to Me"

*Sherri*

Something had changed in me....something I can't explain...it was as if Cory's death left me with a power I can't even explain. I never realized how truly beautiful one person could be. Here I finally gave up my morals of making sure the next man I lay with was the one I would give my finger to, my heart to...and still, the conversation with his brother existed. This time, I felt a connection strong enough that I just didn't hold back what I truly wanted with this man, I mean, another part that would complete it to the fullest. The moon's reflection on his face, his skin did absolutely no justice for the beauty it held.

I sighed and started the endless task of untangling the mass of bed sheets that was wrapped tightly around my body like tape on the most perfect Christmas gift. I tried to be gentle, quiet so that I wouldn't wake him from a much needed slumber. Like I said, much needed. He'd been at my side, day and night. Even when I would wake from the weird nightmares that haunted me, the one's where I had just enough time to help my brother, keep him from dying. Ave would rock me to sleep...the moments where I seriously forgot that I was a grown ass woman. He took in the moments as serious as my fear would be carried.

Who the fuck was I to run off, bring the same fear unto him, give him nightmares...if vampires had them. A smile played on my lips, I wasn't that much aware except the image on the fancy headboard mirror that displayed a massive bedhead I sported, evidence that our night was filled with more than lust, it was love that kept my ass in the bed knowing I pretty much made hairdressing a full part of my life. There was no way in hell, in my past, I laid up in the bed looking a full mess when I had every single tool and supply to bring back my glamor or make it even better than the first time.

"Where are you going?" I shivered, all over my body this time. I was damn near feeling the cool of the floor without letting any kind of shock escape my lips. Taking in a slow breath, I bit my bottom lip in thought of what to say.

"Bathroom" I lied.

"Lies" The bed shifted and I was instantly pulled back where my skin felt the same...well slight same coolness against it.

"Ave," I groaned, stopping his hand from enclosing my body so tightly. I could feel the reprimand before he was actually about to give it.

"Aphr---." He started but I groaned interrupting his ancient pet name, or so I thought.

"Stop" I freed myself completely from his warming embrace. Thank Goodness it didn't tighten like I thought it would.

"Talk to me" He grabbed my hand, ushering me to face him.

"I can't." my voice cracked. I was hurt, regardless of the physical expression he and I shared in making love.

"Yes, you can." His cool hand now tracing up my right arm gently finally settled in a tiny tipping, positioning my gaze with his finger underneath my chin.

"I can't do this, this is...just way too much and I'm trying to understand why you are talking to your brother but you failed to realize, this man murdered my brother. I can't look at him without wanting to kill him."

He nodded, releasing his touch. It almost felt illegal for him not to touch me. I remember it though....the feel of being alone, rejected.

Although I wanted to look away, my eyes stayed on his perfect gray one staring back at me. They were always so beautiful and I love the fact of him not being human, they would change and I didn't ask questions, I just sat back and enjoyed the ride.

"Sheri...I love you and it hurts to know that you'd think I'd but you in danger." He confessed.

It confused me....

"What else would it do?" I shook my head in disbelief and left his ass sitting right there.

***

*AVEION*

I watched as my beautiful queen left me, naked...laying in the bed. We were supposed to be fucking again. I tried to keep my voice down but every single word she spoke had my dick jumping...mostly in a fantasy, down her throat.

I didn't want to get up but she didn't need to be alone. I threw back the satin, black cover and walked in after her. She was already brewing a fever...her power was at it's peak and now since she and I fulfilled the promise of our joining or mating, as they call it in this generation, she needed to be near me as much as possible.

I found her sitting near the large garden tub. Something about water make me fuckin' nervous. I reached over and cut the flowing water off. Her eyes were glued to my dick. I smirked and leaned back giving her a full view. "Are you trying to seduce me?" She asked, pushing her beautiful black hair behind her ears.

Tilting my head by her question. "Seducing requires one to have a certain level of restraint and my love, you do not at the moment, as I speak, you are dripping with need."

Her mouth dropped and she stood, stomped to the closet and removed a towel, placed it between her supple thighs and began to wash away her arousal.

I stood and grabbed her hand causing her to drop it. "Don't" I warned.

"Aveion, I'm not having sex with you again!"

"Yes, you are." I looked down in her eyes, starting to glow.

Her body was calling more than just her debate. She moaned, bit her lip and rolled her eyes. Her pus*y began to cry, I could smell her sweet aroma.

"What are y-you doing to me?" She gave into me, weak, her body collapsed into mine. I lifted her, carried her to the wall and began kissing her madly. She wanted something and I was compelled to show her.

Her mind was open to me, all of me. As I gently lowered her onto my length, she did more than cry out in pained-passion, as I showed her the plan I had with my brother.

Her tears became full passion as she saw just how much I loved her, how long I've loved her and just how much I'd always protect her.

Her sexy body underneath mine as I laid her down on the long table filled with plans I shared with the guys earlier that evening. Her feet crossed and her muscles so sweetly flexing, never wanting to let go, helped her to become closer to me.

"D-Don't stop," She moaned, in my ear...dropping her head back and revealing her beautiful neck.

She'd shown me her desire and for that, I would grant it. I placed a gentle kiss against her pulse before feeling the pressure of my fangs. Her body tensed....

"Careful, my love. I'd never hurt you." I informed and she nodded.

I licked the sweet dew from her neck and she slowly gave me assurance, finally. The erotic feeling, the sweet scent I've taken in before, my entire body felt despite of my cock, coaxing her tight walls...hitting her womb as if I promised to give her more life although I wasn't able.

"Please...." She begged.

With my arms around her, bracing her sweet body, I let my fangs sink into her neck and it was enough to send me over the edge as I released cum into her as if it was the first time. Her blood flowed gently into my mouth, it was beyond anything I'd ever felt in my entire existence both dead and alive....both.

"Yes, baby!" She screamed and I sealed the kiss, closing it with one.

"T-Tired" She mumbled.

I slipped out of her, leaving a trail of tears from being separated from her.

I just needed her to sleep, I may have been responsible making her tired physically, but I did use influence to make her sleep until I could figure out how to tame the power brewing in her now.

I carried her to the bed; she was burning up.

"Fuck!"

It looks like I was going to be the one running through the journals of Asiah White. The desire....the sweet aroma, her eyes and the undeniable power that even has me swaying, she's too powerful.