Desires of a Monster - Roe Horvat Page 0,31
clothes fell to the floor, and I filled the tub with cold water from the prepared pails. The bath refreshed me somewhat, and I wanted to wait for him in the armchair by the fireplace. Yet I couldn’t resist the lure of the comfortable bed. I dove into the pillows and stretched, my limbs heavy like lead. I must have fallen asleep immediately.
When I woke, the air in the room was chilly, but my cheek felt warm.
“Rees, darling.”
His voice. I blinked and found him sitting on the bed, wearing the ruby robe. He caressed my cheek, my neck, and then he kissed my forehead, featherlight and oh-so sweet. In my mind, I arched toward him, grabbed him around his neck, and pulled him to me. But I barely had the strength to keep my eyes open.
“You haven’t eaten anything for dinner. You need to eat.”
“What time is it?”
“Seven. It’s not even dark yet.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t.” His finger traced my lips. “Don’t apologize.”
I wouldn’t be able to please him tonight. I simply didn’t have the strength. He must have seen the defeat in my face because he sighed and placed soft kisses along my forehead and down my temple. He paused by my ear and whispered.
“Rest, my darling boy. I’ll bring you dinner.”
Then he lifted off the bed. I reached out after him, immediately feeling bereft. He slid his robe off his shoulders and covered me with it, enveloping me in his scent.
“I’ll be right back.”
Slipping a white shirt over his head, he walked out of the room. He was back in a short moment, carrying a tray with red wine, cold meat, and cheeses. I wasn’t hungry, but succumbing to his worried glances, I ate. He kept stroking my skin gently.
“Why do you eat?” I asked.
He laughed, a throaty sound that warmed me. “For the same reason I touch you. I could survive without it, but what a bland eternity it would be.”
“You don’t feel hunger?”
“Not in the same way you do, no. But I can taste, and I crave.”
“What’s the best taste you ever tried?”
He smirked, looking down at me, his gaze following the opening of the robe where a stripe of my naked belly was visible. “Your cum.”
“I was serious.”
“I am too.”
I caught his gaze, and the heat in his eyes burned me inside, just as the fatigue tied my hands. I loathed what the illness did to me. I didn’t know if I had the energy to make love, but I desired him nonetheless. And what if I had no time left?
“I want you.” The admission was a whisper.
His thick fingers circled my throat in a gentle caress, and he massaged over my pulse.
“Oh, Rees, I wish I could breed you over and over.”
“Why don’t you?”
He closed his eyes, and when he reopened them, they were both ice and fire. “What if I hurt you? And what if I can’t heal you afterward?”
“Have you ever hurt a man you made love to?”
“I never made love to a man, Rees.”
“Have you ever hurt any of the men you fucked?”
“No. Nothing that wouldn’t heal by itself in a few days.”
“Why do you think you would hurt me?”
“Because you make me burn, Rees, like I’ve never burned before. And I might sear your skin with the fire.” His voice turned sinister. The candlelight seemed to dim, and his hand tightened around my throat… “I could throw you onto the floor, hold you down and fuck you so hard and deep my hips would slap against your ass. I’d tear you up inside with my cock, rip you open all the way, and I’d fuck your ruined body until my cum would pour out of your screaming mouth, blended with your blood.” For just a fraction of a second, he showed me a glimpse of the dark Demon. His threats only aroused me, heat pooling in my belly. I knew he’d never cause me pain. Would he ever let me see his whole self? Would I fear him if he did?
“You won’t hurt me.”
The silver in his eyes shone so sharp it turned almost white. “I could, Rees. So easily.” He blinked, and his face gentled again. His hand loosened and stroked down my bare chest. “You have no idea how fragile you are. Precious like a delicate jewel.”
“I want you to fuck me.” My voice broke, but I meant my plea.
“Not today.”
What was holding him back?
He put the tray away, then stuffed three pillows under my back. He cupped my head