Page 28 of The Last Feast
“There’s nothing bland about you.” Leaning into her, he easily describes her without having any time to craft a response. “If I’m cake, then you’re a full course meal. You’d start with mushrooms, wild and nutty. Then steak, probably blue. And you’d be finished with a decadent salted chili mousse. Sweet, smooth, but there’s a kick that cuts through the sugar to make it memorable.”
Hana blushes harder at how in depth he explains something as insignificant as her voice, especially a voice that hasn’t held any weight. But he feels the same as her, because they’ve both been silenced. Now, they’ve given more meaning to the ignored notes than anyone else ever will.
They continue feeding each other as Hana builds a palate for Auguste to understand what the different sounds taste like. He doesn’t lose his smile or laugh at her understanding of the world. He just listens to her, committing the soft cadence of her voice to memory as he massages her thigh.
17
ALONE
AUGUSTE
There’s still food left when Hana’s lashes begin to droop. She’s cute as fuck when she yawns, stretching her arms above her head then dropping her chin to her chest. Holding her jaw, I tilt her face up and ask, “Ready for bed?”
She’s even cuter for being excited about the bed as she quickly nods. But when she wraps her arms around me, lays her head on my shoulder, and closes her eyes, I fall even harder. This woman doesn’t have anyone in her life. She’s made peace with it, yet she’s trusting me in her most vulnerable state.
I’ll never take it for granted.
I carry her to my old bedroom, turning the auto lights off as I go. The moon bathes the bedroom in a soft glow that won’t keep her awake, since she’s already half asleep. Her excitement for the bed outweighs my need to hold her, and she rewards me with a soft moan when I lay her under the sheets. She burrows into the pillow, and her nose twitches as she smells the floral scent that clings to the linen.
Before I can pull the sheets up, she unknots the belt around her waist and throws the robe onto the floor. Taking it as my cue, I gently turn her on her back then pull the sheets up to her chin before I slip down the bed to lay between her thighs.
“What are you doing?” she asks around a yawn.
I place a soft kiss on her clit. “Putting you to sleep. Close your eyes, baby.”
The faint smell of blood clings to her skin since my bathroom doesn’t have any toiletries, but it doesn’t take away from how perfect she is. It only adds to it as I slowly run the flat of my tongue between her lips, greeting every part of my woman. Her thighs twitch when I softly suck on her clit, rolling my tongue as I massage up her legs to lightly widen her thighs.
But when I continue as I move down to push my tongue inside her, she kicks the sheets down and sleepily snaps, “I’m tired.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, kneading her inner thighs.
“No. I want you to hug me at the same time,” she softly admits, staring at her chest.
I lay beside her and lift her onto my chest, her thighs either side of mine. Pressing my lips to her temple, I slowly massage down her body as she wraps the sheets around us.
“Go to sleep,” I whisper.
There’s no response, but I can see her eyes are still open, and her lashes tickle my jaw when she blinks, but I keep massaging her down to her thighs. I don’t fuck her or even push my fingers inside. I lightly stroke through her slit with one finger, feeling her wet cunt that’s all mine as we silently lay on the bed. She’s so warm and perfect that the parts of my body she’s not touching feel even colder without her body heat.
A contented moan brushes my jaw when I massage her lower back and use two fingers to trace her soaked cunt while kissing her temple. I can feel her clenching, her cunt eager for me to sinkinside her even though she’s boneless. Her moans get longer, like I’m in control of her, matching the pace of my fingers.
Every movement makes her clench, but she only has enough energy to nuzzle against my chest to look out of the window. I can’t reach her temple, so I kiss her crown then rest my cheek on her hair as I massage up her back then back down. She whimpers when the heel of my palm is on her lower back, and my fingers form a V, massaging her cunt without touching her clit. I kiss her hair again, leaving my lips there, not changing the pace of my hands.
“Jamie?” she whispers, tilting her hips back. “You made me full.”
“You’ve done the same for me,” I admit, covering her crown with my chin.
“I’m scared of going to sleep.” Her voice is small, unsure as she rubs my chest. “Sometimes, I have bad dreams and I can’t move.”
“Me too. You can tell me your nightmares if you want.”
“The Sisters would lock us in a wardrobe when we didn’t listen. I’d get put in there if I cried, so I stopped crying. But in my dreams, I cry, and they come back. They lock me away again so it’s all dark.”
“No one is going to take you away from me. I’ll stop them, and I’ll hide your tears so they don’t see them.”
She doesn’t say anything more, and neither do I.
We just lay there, Hana looking at the moon, me looking at her, breathing with ease in a way that feels new as I continue petting her cunt. I don’t want her to come, only to be relaxed enough that she doesn’t dream.
