“Perhaps, it is like a spider’s web that weaves us close. No, I see that image frightens you. I know, a pinball machine where the balls zing about, being flipped and slingshot from place to place.”
He sat up and looked down at me. “I’m not explaining this well, am I?”
I laughed, but I was feeling slightly sick. The sex had been great, and we were still lying on his bed, naked and slightly sweaty. My body felt tingly. My head had swelled as if I were high on a drug or from drinking alcohol — well, what I thought being high must feel like. I was still panting slightly, and my heart was pumping madly, like I’d run a marathon. But spider webs, pinging balls, and ricochets?
Timothy picked up my hand, turned it over and kissed the soft parts. A thrill ran through me. Wasn’t my body saturated yet? How could I once more be full of desire?
“Yes, it will be like that for a while, until the bond is complete,” Timothy said, smiling at me and nodding his head slightly.
“You’re reading my mind again?” I gushed, hardly angry at the moment, since he was suddenly traveling up my arm, blowing hot puffs and kissing the suddenly sensitive pores of my arm.
“Emotions,” he said, “Being eager for what we just experienced is an easy sentiment to read, like a neon sign,” he said, rubbing his hand along my upper arm, which shouldn’t have created the incredible vibrations of lust that were suddenly dancing up and down my spine.
“Do you wish to talk or shall we engage in . . .” he asked, giving me that knockout smile of his.
I cut him off. “Despite what neon signs you’re picking up, I think we should get up, dress, and do something with the day. I mean, something else.”
His grin widened. His startling white teeth flashed. “Yes, I suppose so,” he said, caressing my face, then bending down to kiss my neck.
Okay, I was wrong. The next time we cleaved, it was every bit as good as the former times. Maybe even better.
It was only after that, when my brain finally kicked into gear that I finally asked the questions I should have asked before we’d jiggled the bed so thrillingly. No, he had no diseases, couldn’t get diseases, and no, I couldn’t get pregnant with him, unless he gave me the bite which would make me completely his. That was a relieving discussion, although the bite thing was rather worrisome.