Bites & Addiction - Chapter 37：Rules and Warnings

We went back to our place and made love all night. Actually, I was the one who wouldn’t let him sleep. To be honest, he didn’t want to sleep either anyway, but he was too concerned to see me exhausted and sore and also amused at the same time as I was insisting him to fucking me hard.

The bond I shared with Roman, I didn’t think it had been broken yet. Though the magnetic attraction that we were feeling for each other had been replaced by a strange but strong feeling.

Our bond felt permanent, and I had no idea what to do about it. I just wished it to be forever.

Rolling over the other side, I saw Roman wasn’t in bed with me. I slipped from the bed, and grabbing his white shirt I put it on to cover my naked body. As I was about to walked through the door, realisation dawned on me, and rather moving forward I backed away and somehow found a pen and paper in a drawer. After getting what I wanted, I marched out the room.

The scents of pancakes cooking nearly nailed me to the ground as I walked into kitchen. Roman was the one who cooking the pancakes. He was in a grey t-shirt and black trousers, his jet black hair was neatly combed backwards. Registering the fact that he was cooking pancakes for me, I silently walked over to him and hugged him from back.

“Morning.” My voice was croaky from waking up.

He saw the pen and paper in my hands and tilted his head. “Morning. What are these for?” He asked, his eyes flickering amusement.

“You forgot what we had decided?” I puzzled, and sat on the counter. He flipped the pancake before passing me a frown while I rolled my eyes at him. He knew what I was talking about.

“Well, I came up with a warning this morning and I thought I should put this—” I continued, tearing the paper on which a warning had been written in bold. “—On the refrigerator.”

Putting the spatula down and turning off the gas, he turned to me crossing his arms against the chest. “You’re acting like a child.” He tried to say that seriously but I sensed a hint of amusement in his eyes. “What’s the warning by the way?” He added rubbing the back of his neck and hiding the curiosity written on his face.

“Oh, My mistake. It’s not a warning actually, these are rules that you’re going to follow until your human side  gets dominant over the vampire side.” I explained, “What’s your daily routine anyway? Two glasses or a whole blood bag?”

He reluctantly looked away as if trying to hide his mismatched eyes, and I realised that he was afraid to tell me the truth.

“You’ll have to tell me, Roman so I can decide your new diet from now.” I insisted. His looked back at me and it took him a moment before he responded, “Eight.”

Okay. That’s not horrible. Eight glasses a day are not that bad.

“Alright. Then…we can make it half.” I assumed, and at the same time he blinked his eyes as if he was confused by my statement.

“Four glasses in a day will be your diet then.”

For a moment he simply gazed into my eyes, and then he drew a deep breath. “Blood bags.”

“Sorry?” I asked bewildered. I thought I heard something wrong. Like he said—blood bags. And then realisation hit me with a wave of dismay as I looked him into his gray eyes. “Eight blood bags a day.” I gasped, and he nodded to confirm.

His situation is worse than I thought. To make him mortal, this is gonna take a long long time considering his longing for blood.

Putting the pen and paper down, I hopped off the counter and walked up to him. “We’ll make it slow, okay?” I assured him, clasping his cheek and gently soothing it. His piercing gaze held mine for a moment, and then his expression softened ever so slightly.

“What’s my new diet then?” He asked, a soft smile playing on his lips as he snaked his arms around my waist.

“Since your condition is worse than I’d expected, your diet will be 8 glasses a day.” I answered gaining a surprise kiss on my lips. “Be serious, Roman.”

“I am.” He whispered huskily, lingering soft kisses on my jaw. Damn it, I’m trying to having a serious conversation with him and he’s trying to arouse me. And an embarrassing part is He’s succeeding.

“N-No more g-glasses t-than d-determined number—” I gasped as he slid his hand under my shirt caressing my back. The way his lips lingered and the feel of his warm breath on my neck sent a thrill of excitement through my body.

“I-If you b-break the r-rule, th-there w-would be

c-consequences.” I continued while enduring his sexual assault.

“Consequences?” He mumbled against my neck. “Enlighten?”

“Punishment.” I said quickly. Immediately, he raised his head, his eyes flickering amusement and a playful smirk smeared on his face.

“Oooh, a wife with hunter.” He said naughtily. “Can’t wait to see that.”

“I hope you won’t get a chance to see that.” I retorted. Chuckling, he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. “So..What for today?”

“First, You’re having breakfast and then we’re going on hiking.” I felt an unwelcome rush of horror and reached to push his hand from my hair.

“Are you kidding me?” I scoffed almost dumbstruck from his statement. “A hiking?”

“You mean rambling in a jungle which is a residential of worlds most dangerous animals.” I said, “I pass it.”

I’ve never been on a hiking before, because I’d always found it horrible that it contains insects and other wild animals. I love animals, but I hate insects. Thinking about insects always give me goosebumps.

“Hey, you’ll love it. I promise.” He insisted with the most attractive eyes in the world, and I uncontrollably drowned in them.

I pouted, “Okay.” And he gave a heart warming grin.

For him, I can even face my most haunting fear.

The insects.

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