Darren's POV
"What's keeping you guys so long in there? I found a bottle lying on a shelf here and I took a little swig. Hope you don't mind, Darren?"
I facepalmed as the situation got clearer in my head. She had drank from the ritual bottle I leave in all my condos and houses for receiving supernatural guests. The bottle had alcohol that could down vampire kings with one full cup, not to talk of humans.
"Fuck. Mr. King, I loved every moment of you inside me."
"Cherish. There will be time to savour such moments but right now, there's a near crisis looming out in the living room, in the form of your drunk sister."
"Yes. That's my fault anyway. I got carried away with you."
She giggled softly as she got down from the table, grabbing her clothes one by one. We both dressed swiftly and just before exiting the kitchen, I planted a kiss on her forehead.
"You're mine now, Cherish. No one else's."
"Yes, Daddy."
