The next morning Penny woke up to the sound of cluttering metal, making her eyes open to see a figure in the bathroom doing something. Pushing herself with both her hands to sit up, her eyes focused slowly. From a blurry image, she saw it was Damien who stood shirtless with just his pants in front of the sink doing something.
As if noticing the change of pace of her heart, Damien leaned back to look at her, “Did I wake you up?” he asked and she nodded her head, “My apologies. I was missing you and couldn’t help but drop the metal on the plate,” when he turned around, Penny frowned at him.
“What happened to you?” she asked, quickly scattering out of the bed, Penny made her way to the bathroom where Damien stood with a piece of cotton in his hand which was colored red. She noticed five deep wounded holes that were yet to dry up, looking fresh, “Who did this to you?”
“A black witch. I was caught up with work last night,” he said while Penny was still observing the wound.
“It looks deep. She used her fingers,” Penny didn’t know how painful it would have been for him, “Let me help,” she offered. The drowsiness that had been clouding her head was now gone after seeing the wound on his stomach.
Damien didn’t say anything but handed her the cotton buds and he leaned his back against the sink. He was happy to see the way she cared for him. At first, things had been rocky between then but she had finally been able to keep her feet firmly on the rocking boat.
He enjoyed making her worry and though it wasn’t on his own expense, he enjoyed bullying and teasing her. To see her fl.u.s.tered at times and at times where she would worry to no end, her eyes carrying tears for him which even he didn’t feel the pain.
“Why didn’t you dodge the attack?” Penny questioned him, keeping her eyes on him, her hand reached for one of the wounds with the cotton. She could clearly see the tissue around it and the blood that hadn’t solidified but had turned thick.
“I thought it would be nice to have the black witch test my stomach,” answered Damien. Penny looked up from where she sat down making the pureblooded vampire grin, “She was like an octopus with hands that appeared over and over again.”
“Is that normal?” Penny asked him. She had never come across witches who could regenerate limbs. Damien gave out a loud yawn, pressing his eyelids on his eyes that opened to look at the interior of the bathroom.
“Black witches have the same blood type and components as the reptiles. Not many are able to regenerate limbs but it is possible. She just happened to catch me off-guard,” Penny continued to clean his wounds before she tied and wrapped the gauze around his waist to make sure the wounds wouldn’t scratch the surface of his shirt and catch blood again.
With Damien who was yet to wear a shirt, Penny looked up at him even after standing straight as he was taller than her.
She touched his face in worry and this was what Damien was thinking about. Her green eyes looked at him worried, her fingers tracing the corner of his eyes and then his cheek. Before Penny could drop her hand down, Damien caught it in his hand to not let it go.
He kissed the sides of her wrist, one kiss turning to another and then one more before he pulled her close to him not bothering about the pain that he felt when he pressed her against his chest.
“I was worried last night when you didn’t come home yesterday. And when you didn’t turn up at the church,” she confessed the little amount of anxiousness that had built in her chest.
“Sorry for not letting you know about it. I thought I could finish it quickly as the other assignments but didn’t expect to be spending the night at the witch’s lair,” He ran the back of his hand across her cheek that had her closing her eyes and leaning over his touch, “You shouldn’t worry about me. I will always come back to where you are,” he said, bringing a faint smile on her lips.
“I cannot help it,” a soft sigh escaped her lips, “With the way things and what we have seen and gone through until now, my chest feels very unsettled during your absence.”
“I am very loved by my mouse,” he stated, placing his hand below her chin and he pulled her face close so that he could kiss her. His lips pressed against her soft ones that felt supple one chewable between his teeth and tongue. Her lips parted eagerly and they reached for each other, tasting and playing, sucking on each other’s mouth.
Penny had seen Damien last night morning but she didn’t know a few hours of distance would make her cling to him like she was scared he would disappear if she didn’t hold on to him.
Both of Damien’s hands held on to Penny’s face, maneuvering the kiss as he wanted. It wasn’t just Penny but also Damien who had missed her but then it was a different matter that Penny was constantly on his mind.
When they pulled away, Damien’s hand which had made its way to the back of her head near her nape, he pulled her hair to lift her head where he dived down to kiss her neck. Leaving peppering kisses, his lips trailed down from the column of her neck to the back of her ear to bite her ear lobe. Penny gasped at the pain.
Her hands made way to place on his arm as his lips started to work on her skin. Stirring and making her wanton as her knees started to feel weak. Biting into her skin on her neck with little to no gentleness, he finally let go of her neck before running his coarse tongue on her neck.
