I don’t want to go anywhere.
“You’re very strong.” It takes a full five seconds for him to realize that he’s still holding onto me like he’s afraid I’m goingto evaporate. He doesn’t let me go, though, just loosens his grip and brings one hand up to carefully thread his fingers through my curls, pushing them back from my face.
He’s looking at me like I’m something precious… and all I can think is that I’ve fucked us both, because I’m not going to give this up now.
I really am a monster.
“I want to feed you.” Donovan doesn’t phrase it as a question, and to prove that I have no choice in the matter, he pushes himself up from the bed and drags me with him.
There’s a second where the blue robe I’m wearing slips from one shoulder, and his eyes track the movement of the fabric almost helplessly, skating along my exposed skin and the tattoos that dance into view. I’m caught up in fascination as color rises to his cheeks, throwing his freckles into a red sea of embarrassment before he turns his gaze back to mine.
“I probably have something you can wear, if you want. I mean…” Donovan’s eyes slip back to my exposed shoulder, and I tilt my head, my lips quirking in a small smile as a sound catches in his throat. “You look good in the robe. But…”
“I’ll put something on,” I offer, taking pity on him more than anything. He nods once, twice, and then gestures to his closet.
“My clothes are in there.”
And just because I don’t want him to forget that he’s not actually in a safe situation, I tick up a brow. “I know, Donovan.”
That gives him pause, enough that I’m almost dizzy trying to track the emotions that run behind his eyes before he finally shrugs. “You’re pretty cute in my hoodies.”
My frown makes him squirm on the spot like he’s a school kid in trouble in front of the class, but I still turn long enough to grab one of his hoodies from the closet. When I look back at him, I can’t help it.
“Why are you okay with…” I gesture between us, to his closet… I don’t say it aloud, but the elephant in the room that I’ve been stalking him, that I’ve broken in here multiple times, is so heavy I can barely breathe.
“I don’t know. I just decided I don’t care.” He sounds so earnest too.
“That’s a dangerous way to think.”
“Something tells me it might be worth it.”
It’s not. I’m not. But I am just selfish enough that I shrug my shoulders, letting the robe I’m wearing slip down further, exposing my chest. My nipples perk up in the cool air of his room.
Donovan’s breath catches in his chest, and I realize I’m not going to fight him on this. I’m not going to try to save him. I already tried that and I did a miserable job of it.
“Iamhungry, but I have class soon. We should hurry,” I say, stooping down to swipe my jeans from the floor as I make my way into the bathroom to get dressed.
I’m pretty sure I hear him trip over something in his scramble to follow suit.
By the time I finish getting dressed, make sure there isn’t any blood on my jeans, and rifle through his bathroom drawers, Donovan is already in the kitchen. He has on a pair of gray sweatpants that are unfairly sculpted to his lower body and a black tank top that exposes the way his freckles run all along his skin.
He didn’t let me touch him in the shower last night, and I was so amped up on the first orgasm I’ve had with another person and coming down from a kill that I let it slide.
But now…
Now I can’t stop looking at him—at the planes of his body as he moves around the kitchen in graceful turns… and I wonder ifthisis what people feel like when they actually form attraction.
Desire.
My entire body is tingling as I watch him rifle through his cabinets. He pulls down pancake mix, chocolate chips, and then he frowns and opens his refrigerator. “I don’t know if you like coffee, but I can make eggs. I… oh… shit. What?” His words stutter as I slink across the room and slide my hands over the front of his sweatpants. Donovan turns with the eggs clutched to his chest like they’re somehow going to protect him, staring at me with wide eyes. “I thought you were hungry.”
“I am,” I answer simply, falling to my knees and dragging his sweats with me as I go. From the way his cock is already half hard in front of me, I have a feeling he’s not going to protest. There’s a brief flash in my mind, a moment where I think that I’ve never been between a man’s legs before unless I was trying to snick a blade into his femoral artery… but those thoughts dissolve when I lean forward and lick a hot stripe along the length of Donovan’s cock.
The sound of something wet cracking against the ground makes me look to the side. The eggs he’d been clutching so carefully are a mess on the floor… and all I can do is roll my eyes up to stare along the length of his body and smirk.
“Oh fuck, Shiloh.” His fingers streak forward, slipping through my hair and pulling, his body showing me what his words won’t demand, and I follow the pressure like it’s a guideline leading me to salvation.
Apparently heaven is Donovan Myers’s cock, heavy and thick on my tongue as I swallow around him. I don’t know what I’m doing, but his fingers in my hair are warm, nails scratching against my scalp as I roll my eyes up to look at him again.
