Page 12 of Feed Your Fiends

Spent, my spine snaps, and I curl over her, kissing and licking away what she’s done to me with broad, wet strokes. My tongue parts her lips, and I massage it against her heavy one, pouring what little of me I can into her so that she doesn’t choke. I tickle her throat, and she involuntarily swallows a few seconds later.

Soon.Soon, she’ll suck it from my tongue again and beg me for more, but I have to be patient. I can’t truly have my little dove until she feels safe and loved again. Even if her body misses me too, if her mind and heart haven’t returned to me, then her pussy is a hole. And I need more than a hole no matter how fucking tight and responsive it is. I need her.

I needus.

I have to make her stay. On earth. At Beaulieu. With me. Forever.

‘That girl won’t ever make you look good, Gant,’Bart’s words vibrate in my skull.

I peer at our reflections in the massive window across from us. Her long ginger hair is strewn across the pillow, my dark locks across her pale, sticky tits as I collapse into the cradle of her thighs and palm her fleshy ass, opening her wider to accommodate me. I’ve never looked better than when I’m wearing her, and she’s devouring me.

My phone buzzes against my thigh, breaking my concentration from her perfect face that’s all clean again.

Fuck. Bart’s been messaging me for hours for an update I don’t have yet. But I know he’ll only be ignored for so long.

With a silent groan, I turn from the window and allow her breasts to suffocate me as I run my tongue along the valley to finish the job. I could get water from the bathroom, but I know it’s occupied. Then again, I don’t want to wash it off with water. I want what little traces are left on her skin to sink into her pores.

With a final kiss, I pull my drenched tongue from hers and rake my teeth over her lower lip. I hate the mere thought of leaving her, and yet, I know we only have a few hours before she stirs again.

The dog trainer is waiting, and I can’t miss this appointment.

Just a few hours,that little voice tries to reassure me as I hesitate to leave her heat.

“Dove?”

She doesn’t budge. I can trust the medication to hold her. To keep her safe from herself.

Reluctantly, I slip from our bed. Yes,ourbed. I can’t sleep without my doll, and I haven’t ever since she gave me her blood and soul.

She says there is nowe.

But deep down, we both know there’s onlyus.

Gant

The days are blurring too quickly, my love.

We can’t leave until I’ve chosen a name for you. Apparently, they regulate baby names here.

I can ask for permission, though. Maybe they’ll approve it…

I keep thinking, your eyes are just like the baths. There are so many baths here, so many hot springs…

And the architecture. This place feels royal. Looks royal. Is royal.

It’s one of the oldest countries in the world. Of course, it has a long royal line. Or it did.

We saw the king’s royal, holy hand after all.

Still, with all the castles and ruins, I can squint and imagine we’re back in time.

What’s a name fit for my little prince?

I rip the letter in half. Then in quarters, eighths, then sixteens until I don’t know what the fuck comes next.

Loneliness. Sheer loneliness washes over me as the last shred of paper falls onto the hardwood. She’s gone. Her letters, now utterly worthless, are gone from my heart too.

I look around Bae’s high-rise a floor below mine and take in its clean contemporary lines, minimalist aesthetic, and glass walls that let in the city views. There are millions of people around me. Through the windows, some could theoretically see me, and yet I feel invisible in this glass box.

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