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I would have liked to have washed up, combed my hair, and cleaned my fangs before presenting myself in front of Darcy again, but despite Magnolia’s assurances, I still worried about her. I found myself bypassing the sink and wash basin and walking with brisk strides back to our bedroom.
I found Darcy beneath the quilt I’d made cycles ago, her pink hair fanned out across the pillow. A single candle was burning low, illuminating the odd, enticing features of her face as she slept.
At least… I hoped she slept. The fear that she might be unconscious instead of asleep wrapped ’round me like rope. Breathing tightly, I stepped up to the side of the bed and laid the back of my hand upon her cheek.
She moaned slightly and nuzzled into my touch before making a delightful snorting sound.
She’d reacted to me. She had to be asleep. As far as I could tell, she didn’t seem feverish, either. At least, she didn’t seem any warmer to the touch than she had before. With a relieved sigh that felt like it made my very bones sag, I removed my hand and went to wash.
When I returned, I noticed Darcy’s wedding dress had been hung off of one of the drawer handles on my dresser. With a hot spasm, I wondered if that meant she was currently naked.
My eyes, then my whole body, turned back towards the bed. The quilt was drawn neatly up to her chin, nothing but her face and her hands currently visible.
She might get cold if she slept naked, I reasoned, subtly moving closer. I really should check. See what the situation was.
But she had not given me permission.
I halted.
But then again, she was my wife. Surely, I was allowed to look at my wife?
I started moving again…
Only to stop again and sigh, dragging my claws through my hair.
She was asleep and she had clearly made an effort to cover herself. If she had left her naked body unattended on top of the quilt, then I might have been forgiven for staring.
But she hadn’t. Blast.
Should have stoked the fire higher.
I decided I’d lift the quilt from the bottom, just to make sure her knee hadn’t bled through the bandages. I took it in careful claws, lifting it slightly.
Darcy’s long legs were bare. Empire help me.
Lust seized upon me and I stood, entirely unmoving, apart from a heart that now beat too fast and a cock that swelled and jerked.
She was not even naked. I could see some shiny pink shorts covering her hips.
But her legs. Those legs.
Long and smooth and delectably curved, they haunted me with their sweet lines. I hadn’t had a chance to fully appreciate them when I’d been working on her knee. I’d been too frantic.
But now, I stared, in a dreamlike daze, at the luscious limbs in my bed. Even her feet were attractive. Cursed cattle, I wanted to lick her tiny human toes.
I almost did it, too.
Taking a steadying breath that filled my nose with her new, sweet human scent, I consoled myself with a single stroke of my finger down the high arch of one foot. She made a sleepy squeak, and once again I found myself dodging a swift, involuntary kick. A quick glance at her face told me she was not awake, but there was now an adorable pucker of a frown there. She rolled onto her side and drew her feet closer to her own bottom, as if to protect them.
How was it that I now had the most charming being in existence in my bed?
Grinning, I let the quilt drop. Before removing my boots and trousers, my gaze caught on her wedding dress once more, this time snagging on the stain and the place I’d torn it. My smile instantly vanished.
I hated that she’d already hurt herself. And I hated even more that I had ripped her dress. I’d just been so terrified when I’d seen the blood seeping through…
There was nothing for it, I thought as I took the slippery fabric from its place. I’d just have to do my best to get the stain out.
It might not be perfect.
