“Beautifully so,” he says with a slurp.
“Oh,” I say through panting breaths.
My eyelids droop, and my limbs become heavy with fatigue. I’m still not used to so many climaxes, and it’s been a long day.
“Did I give you enough to eat?” I slur.
He wraps his tentacles around me to form a warm cocoon. “Sleep. I will hold onto you all night.”
I’m so tired that it doesn’t occur to me to ask where he’ll go at sunrise.
At least not until I awaken to his grinning, angelic face.
ChapterEleven
The sight of the monster’s cruel and handsome face jolts me out of my slumber. Breath quickening, I shuffle to the other side of the mattress, but he wraps his invisible tentacles around me like a cocoon.
“Where do you think you’re going, little mate?” he asks.
“I—” My voice cracks. “I thought you would have gone back to your dimension.”
His gaze sweeps down my form because by now, he’s already thrown off the covers, leaving me lying beside him, naked.
“Why would I ever leave when I have found you?”
A shudder runs down my spine and settles between my legs. Despite being scared of this version of him, there’s a part of me that finds him difficult to resist. I’m weak in the face of such immense masculine beauty.
My tongue darts out to lick my dry lips, and his bright blue eyes dilate, tracking the movement.
“If you didn’t leave, where did you go yesterday?” I ask.
“I was out feeding.”
Dread rolls in my stomach. “Pardon?”
“The only way I can exist in this dimension as a creature of more than just shadows is to absorb human fear. It’s not something I would have admitted to you in the dark.”
“Why not?”
“Too much of the wrong type of fear causes a human to disintegrate,” he replies with a casual shrug.
I was afraid he’d say something along those lines. “Is that why you made me cry yesterday?”
The corner of his lips lifts into a smile. “I would never feed on one so precious,” he says. “At least not all at once.”
When my mouth drops open, he smiles so broadly that all the fine hairs on my body rise with fresh terror.
I gulp. “Am I in danger?”
“Never with me, my sweet.”
The way he says that term of endearment has frightening connotations, but it’s reassuring that he doesn’t think of me as a potential meal. At least not a complete one.
“Could you release the tentacles please? I need to go to work,” I murmur.
“You don’t need to go anywhere,” he says with a smirk. “Not when you have me to satisfy your needs.”
“Does your kind have money in this world?” I ask.