She felt his warm lips possess her like it had its own mind, conquering every inch of her mouth as he pried it open. His hand pulled her waist close so that he could hold her, stealing every breath of hers until she was left breathless. She clutched on the front of his s.h.i.+rt, her hand twisting in them as they shared kisses. Penny herself opened her mouth like a bud of flowers that opening beautifully for him one petal falling after another leaving the sweet nectar behind for him to have. 

Her willingness turned Damien on, his own hand holding her tightly in his arms to the last words she just spoke. He hadn't ever envisioned it and he didn't believe it would ever happen yet the thought not which was instigated was something he couldn't grip on and instead his hands gripped one waist. 

He could feel her pulse that started to beat faster and thurm under his hand which was placed on her neck. Pulling back with their forehead touching each other's, he said, 

"I won't let that happen."

A giggled escaped Penny's lips at the thought of how many times the mishap had taken place when they were together, yet she didn't mind it. They were together. Meeting his eyes, she felt her heart feel full like there was nothing else she would ask the world right now. Her own hand reached up to his face, running her fingers from the side of his temple to his sharp jaw, trailing it down to his chest and stopping.

Leaning up forward she pressed her lips on his, "I know," she whispered. 

"We should go for another picnic. It is your first time here in Valeria, it will be good," he looked at her, happy to have her in his arms. Since the first time they had met each other officially, they had progressed from one height to another, "We can go shopping. Buy you some good clothes in case Alexander isn't having any women's clothes secretly being stored for his lady flings. We can eat anything outside. There are some good inns that are purely built by vampires so we are safe from the witches."

"We can go shopping for you," Penny suggested as it wasn't just her who had no clothes but even Damien's clothes were burnt in the bag except for the coat which was hung on the other side of the room. 

"We can do that together. Is there something that you want? Anything, in particular, you wanted to buy for a long time but couldn't," he asked her. Penny gave it a thought but shook her head. There wasn't anything at the top of her head that she wanted, "Nothing at all? No diamonds to sparkle around your neck or some good shoes that will take you to places?"

"Thank you for the offer, Master Damien but I think I am fine without those things," upon her answer, Damien replied,

"You will turn to an excellent wife. Someone who won't waste the money and will use it well," Penny got her head closer to his chest as she got comfortable with him. Placing it close enough she could hear his heartbeat steadily. 

"I don't haggle like you," she murmured to hear a surprised gasp. 

"I thought peasants were used to haggling."

"Are you calling yourself a peasant, Master Damien?" she chuckled, her smaller body shaking in his arms as she caught him in his own words. She gasped when she felt his hand move down to settle on her bottom. 

"You were saying..." his voice trailed when his hand moved lower and she buried her head in embarra.s.sment. 

"T-that's playing dirty," came her m.u.f.fled voice. When his hand moved lower and lower feeling the curve of her bottom Penny couldn't make any more words. 

"Dirty? I hardly did anything to call it dirty," he answered in a low voice which turned his voice to a husky whisper. By her reactions, he could tell that she was finally ready. He was going to have everything that belonged to her. Her heart, her mind, and her body which she was slowly entrusting it to him. 

Hearing the sound of the carriage arrive Damien let go of his hold on Penny, "Alexander is back home. Come let's go meet him," he helped her get up from the bed and both of them padded through the corridor where a maid was cleaning a portrait.

Seeing the lord of Valeria appear, his hair was as black as Damien and eyes that were similar made them look like brothers. His brooding aura set both of them apart and the dark eyebrows which were thick. He wore the same cross she had noticed during the party in Quinn's mansion. Now that she had worked and read in the church, she could finally pick on which were the normal crystals and which was the charm stones which had previously been made by the first generation white witches. 

Now that she had her hands on the books which had the recipe on how to create a charm stone, she wanted to make one for Damien. 

"I was expecting you when I heard you were in Wovile," both Alexander and Damien shared a hug, "It is good to see you."

"Likewise," Damien replied back. Lord Alexander was older than Damien but by what she knew, Lord Alexander belonged to the third generation of pureblooded vampires while Damien belonged to the second generation of vampires.

When Lord Alexander turned to look at Penelope, he gave her a curt nod, "Welcome to Valeria and Delcrov's mansion," he welcomed her.