My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 11

At that moment Raymond stepped closer, his expression calm and reassuring.

"I told you the potion would work," he said simply, his tone matter-of-fact yet kind.

Immediately her glowing eyes filled with tears as she processed his words. For a moment, she couldn’t speak. The weight of everything she had been through pressed against her chest, but for the first time, it felt like the weight was lifting.

"I... I need a moment," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Excuse me."

Raymond nodded, stepping back to give her space. Charles and Cecilia followed his lead, quietly leaving the room without a word.

Valentina walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. The sound of water running soon filled the air, blending with her soft, shaky breaths. She stared at her reflection again, touching her face, her arms, her neck—everything felt new, unfamiliar, yet hers.

Hours passed as she stayed in the bathroom, caught between disbelief and overwhelming emotion.

It was over five hours later when she finally emerged

Raymond stood outside Valentina’s room, his back leaning against the wall as he listened to the faint sounds from within.

He knew she had emerged from the bathroom—the soft creak of the door had given her away—but he resisted the urge to rush in.

Instead, he lingered by the doorway, his hands in his pockets, his mind racing.

For over an hour, he waited, giving her the space she clearly needed. Finally, after taking a deep breath to steady himself, he stepped forward and knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in," Valentina’s voice called from inside, soft yet steady.

Then Raymond pushed the door open and stepped in, but as soon as his eyes landed on her, he froze.

Valentina stood near the window, the light casting a soft glow on her figure. She was radiant, her transformation so breathtaking it left him momentarily speechless. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in smooth waves, her skin was flawless and luminous, and her silhouette was perfectly balanced with grace.

She wasn’t just beautiful—she looked like a goddess.

Raymond swallowed hard, his throat dry as he struggled to find words. His heart raced, his composure slipping in the face of her unearthly beauty. Like a diamond, he thought. No, more than that. Like a real diamond.

At that moment Valentina turned to face him, her glowing blue eyes locking with his.

"Raymond," she said, her tone calm but curious.

"How long was I asleep?"

Raymond opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. He was still too captivated, his thoughts tangled.

"Raymond?" Valentina asked again, tilting her head slightly, a hint of amusement flickering in her eyes.

It took her asking a third time before Raymond snapped out of his daze.

"Seven days," he finally managed, his voice low but steady.

Hearing what Raymond just said .

Valentina’s glowing blue eyes widened in disbelief. "Seven days?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. It felt impossible, surreal. How could she have been asleep for so long?

As her mind raced to comprehend the reality of it, Raymond, who had been standing a good distance from her, suddenly closed the gap in an instant.

His arms wrapped around her in a firm, almost desperate embrace.

The swiftness of his motion left her stunned.

She was certain he had been farther away just moments ago, yet now his presence enveloped her completely. His embrace was warm, protective, and so filled with emotion that it left her momentarily frozen.

Valentina’s first instinct was to pull away, her cheeks flushing with shyness.

She wasn’t used to this kind of closeness, especially not like this. But then a memory flashed in her mind—how Raymond had hugged her when she was scarred, broken, and feeling like a monster.

His love then had been unwavering, just as it was now.

And for some reason it felt as if she had known him for years.

As her hands moved hesitantly, Raymond’s voice broke through the silence. It was soft, but there was a raw sadness in it that made her heart ache.

"Please," he whispered, his tone almost pleading.

"Don’t push me away. Let me feel you."

Immediately Valentina’s heart began pounding heavily in her chest.

His vulnerability disarmed her completely, and for a moment, she simply stood there, overwhelmed by the depth of his words and actions.

Then, slowly, she lifted her hands and placed them gently on his back, letting her fingers rest against him. She hugged him back, her movements tentative at first but growing steadier as she felt the strength of his emotions.

Then her lips trembled as she leaned closer to his ear, her voice soft and filled with quiet conviction.

"I am all yours."

She had never felt this way before—this strange pull, this warmth spreading through her body.

Raymond, standing a few feet away, watched her in silence, his crimson eyes darkening with something unspoken. The emotions stirring within him were dangerous, primal. He had spent years mastering his control, restraining the urges that ran through his veins. But now, as Valentina turned to face him, her lips parted slightly, her breath uneven, he felt that control slipping.

"Raymond..." Her voice was barely a whisper, but it carried the weight of everything that had built between them.

However Raymond didn’t respond with words. Instead, he closed the space between them in an instant, his movements smooth and precise, almost inhumanly so. His hands cupped her face gently as his lips captured hers in a kiss that was deep, slow, and intoxicating. At that moment Valentina gasped softly, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as his warmth seeped into her.

Raymond’s kiss wasn’t hurried. It was as if he was memorizing her, savoring the way she melted against him.

then his hands moved down, tracing the curve of her waist before gripping her hips firmly.

The kiss deepened, his tongue teasing hers, coaxing a soft moan from her lips.

At that moment Valentina felt her body weaken under his touch, an unfamiliar heat coursing through her veins. Her heart pounded in her chest, not just from desire but from uncertainty. This was her first time, and the unfamiliarity of it made her pulse quicken.

Sensing her hesitation, Raymond pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers.

"Are you afraid?" he asked, his voice low, rough with restraint.

However Valentina hesitated. She wasn’t afraid of him—she never had been. It was herself, her inexperience, the unknown. But as she looked into his eyes, the man who had saved her, the man who had shown her love she never thought she’d have, she knew she wanted this.

At that moment She shook her head slowly.

"No," she murmured.

"I just... I’ve never—"

Raymond silenced her with another kiss, this one softer, filled with silent reassurance.

Again his hands traveled lower, gripping her ass tightly, pulling her against him. The sudden closeness made her gasp, her body pressing into his as the heat between them intensified.

A low growl rumbled in Raymond’s chest, almost too quiet to notice, but it sent a shiver down Valentina’s spine. His grip on her tightened as he lifted her effortlessly, carrying her toward the bed. The room spun slightly as she found herself on the mattress, her body sinking into the soft sheets beneath her.

Then She looked up at him, breathless, vulnerable, but no longer hesitant.

Immediately Raymond hovered over her, his crimson eyes studying her with something more than desire—something raw, something that spoke of possession and devotion all at once.

"I’m yours," Valentina whispered, her glowing blue eyes locking onto his.

At that moment Raymond’s lips curved into a small, almost pained smile as he traced a gentle path down her jawline.

He wanted to tell her the truth—about what he was, about the urges barely restrained beneath his touch. But not tonight.

Tonight, she was his in a different way.

He would take his time. He would make her feel worshiped.

And most importantly—he would never let her go.

The warmth of Raymond’s breath ghosted over Valentina’s skin as he hovered above her, his crimson eyes filled with something deeper than mere desire—something raw, protective, almost reverent.

Then He moved slowly, his hands tracing gentle patterns along her arms, her waist, her thighs, as if memorizing every inch of her.

Valentina’s heart pounded in anticipation, her body both yearning and hesitant.

This was new. Unfamiliar. But she had no doubts—not with Raymond. He was the man she had given herself to, the man who had cherished her even in her darkest moments.

As he positioned himself, she felt the weight of the moment settle between them, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her. Her glowing blue eyes flickered with uncertainty.

Raymond sensed it immediately. He leaned down, brushing his lips against her ear.

"Are you scared?" he whispered again, his voice deep, smooth, and filled with restraint.

Valentina hesitated before nodding. "It’s just... I’ve never..." Her voice trailed off, her cheeks flushing.

Raymond cupped her face, his thumb grazing her cheek in a soothing gesture.

His lips found hers again, soft, slow, reassuring.

"I know," he whispered. "I’ll go easy on you."

At that moment Valentina swallowed hard and nodded, trusting him completely.

When he finally moved trying to insert, a sharp gasp escaped her lips, her fingers instinctively flying to his back, holding onto him as a sudden wave of pain shot through her. She tensed beneath him, her body reacting to the unfamiliar sensation.

Raymond stopped instantly, his forehead pressing against hers.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice strained, his restraint evident.

Valentina breathed heavily, blinking away the slight tears forming in her eyes. But she shook her head, her grip on him tightening.

"No," she whispered. "Don’t stop."

Raymond studied her expression carefully, searching for any trace of doubt. But all he saw was determination.

"This is special for me," Valentina continued, her voice filled with quiet strength.

"I’ve waited for my husband to come... and I know I married the right man."

Raymond’s expression softened. He kissed her forehead, his touch filled with more than just passion—it was devotion, love, an unspoken promise.

"I’ll make this perfect for you," he murmured.