I nodded, kissed him on the mouth again. “I did, I would have anyway. And I would have suffered an eternity more if he’d made me pregnant.” I kissed his cheeks, his nose. “You saved me, Theo.”
“I wish there was something I could do, like we’ve been doing, to replace it. Replace the experience.” Again, he looked anguished, and I wanted to lighten the mood. “I see it helps you. I want to help you. Forever.”
“Well, unless you’d like me to push my entire hand inside your dick, I think we’re out of luck on that one.”
He looked horrified, then contemplative, then serious, before I laughed and whacked him on the chest, breaking the tension. “Don’t worry, handsome man, I don’t want to do that.”
“We could though,” he said, then stuttered and flapped about — I loved seeing him a mess like that, so unusual for him. “I mean, not the fist… but, there is a way to uh, you know. It’s called sounding. We could, uh, try that, if you need to.” He winced, but I saw a glimmer of something behind his eyes. Interest, maybe.
“Maybe for the future? It sounds… tricky.”
He smiled and kissed me. “I’ll pack it away for the future. What can I do now?” He kissed my neck. “I want to make you feel good. Remove some of the bad again.”
“You like doing that? Swapping out those memories?” I asked, leaning back, tipping my head to the side to give him better access.
“More than anything,” he grumbled into my skin. “Helping you is what I fucking live for, beautiful.” His tongue darted out and licked a line across my collarbone. “And making you fall apart? Fuck.”
I thought on it for a moment, let those bad memories strike me, clinging to my protector as I did. “They used to starve me,” I told him.
Into my neck he said, “I’ll be right back.”
Twenty-Three
Theo
“IgrabbedeverythingIcould,”I said to an amused Violet, my voice muffled because I was holding a bag of grapes between my teeth. My arms were full of whatever food I could carry and didn’t need to cook. Every fucking thing in the kitchen cupboards that might work.
Thank fuck no one saw me, feral and rustling about in the cupboards, my mind distracted by all the things I could do to Vi, all the ways I could use this stuff… My tented pants and the armfuls of food would have been a strange thing to explain away.
But the house was quiet.
“What are you doing?” she asked with a giggle, sitting up a bit straighter to watch me. She was still on the bed where I left her, but now looked at me, bewildered, curious. I kicked the door shut with my foot and winced at the bang. Pausing for a second to check if anyone would come investigating, when there was only silence, I strode over to my beautiful queen and dumped all the food in front of her.
“Food,” I said, fucking proud of myself. “I brought food.”
“I can see that,” she replied, picking through the pile. Most of it was fruit, some cream and a bar of chocolate hidden at the back of the cupboard, behind a bag of pasta. Whoever it belonged to was shit out of luck now.
“Lie down,” I demanded. “Fuck, I don’t think I can wait another second to do this…”
Violet shimmied onto her back. “Should I… get a towel?” she asked, a glint in her eye.
“Fuck that,” I replied, ripping my clothes off and climbing onto the bed. “Fuck the sheets.”
“Well, I’d rather you fuck me…”
I shot her a wicked look and lit up when she giggled. My heart fucking swelled two sizes at the sight of her laughter, so rare, so precious. That I could bring such freeing emotions out in her made me puff my chest out in pride. But then my focus returned to her delicious body, so edible, and my smile fell. “Fuck,” I muttered. “I’m going to paint your skin so pretty.” Even through the scars criss-crossing over her, the fresh wound I knew was on her thigh, the redness of her cheek from Margaret’s slap, she was beautiful.
Ripping open the pack of strawberries, I pulled one out and squeezed it between my fist until it was a pulpy mess. Violet shivered when I rubbed the fruit on her tit, painting her nipples with flecks of red flesh and rivers of juice. She was still watching me, unreserved and curious.
“Theo,” she sighed as I pushed her thighs apart and nestled between them, my tongue finding the peak of her nipple and sucking. She tasted incredible, the fresh fruit and her skin making me groan. My cock pulsed with need, but he would have to wait for now. I needed to eat my girl alive first.
I carried on, crushing the fruit over her chest, switching from one tit to the next, chasing each droplet as it ran down towards her neck or into her armpits. As I lavished her with attention, she wrapped her legs around my waist, lifting her hips to find some friction. Little gasps and moans fell from her gorgeous lips as I worked.
“Lie still, beautiful,” I muttered. “I’m not done with my dinner.”
She groaned, writhed her hips one more time, before stopping as I gave her nipples another kiss each before moving down to her torso. I was going to cover her entire body and then eat and lick and suck until she was clean again. An abundance of food, so much she could wear it, she could play with it.
I took a tub of cream and poured it over her stomach, watching it settle into her belly button. She tried to stay still, but her gentle flinches made the cream spill over, running down her waist and onto the sheets. Ah, fucking well.
