His arms were like sturdy cages, holding me captive. I tried with all my strength to push him away.
I clenched my fist and punched him in the chest. But his body was as hard as stone, with no intention of moving.
Warm breath blew on the back of my neck, without warning, appearing suddenly. Now he wants to kill me? Or… perhaps he wanted to have a belated sexual intercourse?
“Stop… go…”
In the distance where our breaths touched, I could feel his heartbeat. The blood vessels on the nape of the neck jump with each beat, clearer than the normal beat.
He... is he a man who knows how to take over a woman's body? He hugged my shoulders tightly, pressing on me as if he wanted to feel my body odor, taking slow steps.
That feeling was both thrilling and scary, making me want to scream. But even though I struggled, I couldn't move anything.
The hot, wet body touched my chest. Rapid breathing makes the body automatically vibrate. He continuously inhaled and smelled, it was extremely strange.
Like an animal searching for which part of the human body is the most delicious, I felt it.
His lips moved down to my collarbone, licking my skin persistently.
“Hik.”
An itchy and indescribable feeling ran from the ear to the nape of the neck, causing goosebumps everywhere. My eyes were wet, I closed my eyes tightly, tears flowing down the corners of my eyes.
He stopped suddenly. The pressure that had been holding me down for a while eased, and I breathed out with difficulty.
He slowly touched my cheek with his finger. The tears were still floating on his long nails. He looked back and forth a few times, and finally he licked them clean.
Because his grip loosened, I was able to pull my hands away.
“Cesar.”
Calling his name, this time he looked straight into my eyes. His gentle eyes were different from before, making all the tension disappear.
I stroked his hair and whispered:
“Stop it.”
“S-stop?”
“Yes, I'm tired.”
He was startled, his eyes opened wide. He looked like a scholar facing a difficult puzzle, frowning thoughtfully.
If left like this, he would rush in again like just now. Not to mention, every time my hand moved, he looked at the wound on my hand, clearly wanting something.
There was no other way, I hugged him tightly with both hands.
The wound must be hidden from his sight. I patted his back and he started to do the same.
I cleared my throat, my voice was weak, and whispered close to his ear:
“If I keep eating… I…”
“Eat…?”
His voice sounded like he was asking: "Is it okay?"
No, no way.
“…I could die.”
He was startled and froze. Does he understand what death is, or just doesn't want me to die?
"Are not."
Cesar pronounced the word “no” clearly and firmly.
“Yeah, I don't want to die either.”
“No…”
“So—”
I wanted to say stop, but dizziness made the rest of the words impossible. I closed my eyes and was silent for a moment.
“…no…”
He moved, as if to say that he didn't want me to die either.
“Okay, I understand.”
I opened my eyes, looked at him, stroked his soft hair. Gradually, he became more stable, tilting his chin towards me, wanting to continue being caressed.
The feeling... I don't know how to describe it. It was as if he had just tamed a wild animal, but that animal was roaring everywhere.
A feeling of satisfaction crept in.
He, who I thought only wanted to harm me, now followed me with his eyes, staying close. Thinking about it, I laughed softly.
Perhaps, he is like me. Both were estranged, hated, alone and without support.
Even though we are completely different, perhaps, in some aspects, he and I are quite similar. That feeling made me stroke him harder.
“Ah hey.”
"YES."
He answered immediately.
“…Not hungry?”
"YES."
“Aren't you hungry?”
“…Um.”
Losing blood or something, my body was reeling, almost exhausted. The limit has come.
“I'm hungry…”
I slowly stood up, almost instinctively moving to the dining table.
The dining table was full of dishes, each dish neatly served for the wedding party. Looking at the fruit plate, I took a grape.
The sweet and sour taste exploded in my mouth, I laughed softly. He just looked, not reacting.
“Not eating?”
Still silent. What about meat? I turned my eyes to grilled chicken thighs, shiny yellow, crispy, and fragrant.
When I took the chicken thighs, he swallowed his saliva. Probably hungry.
“Can I eat here?”
"YES."
“Really eat?”
“Um.”
I put the chicken thigh in my mouth, he looked regretful, as if to say: "Give it to me."
“Come here, let's eat together.”
"YES."
He still refused to come near the table. I held the chicken leg and approached him. His eyes wandered continuously, but did not leave the food.
“Cesar—”
Before I could bring it to him, he snatched the chicken thigh away, leaving only grease in my hand.
Then he…
“Oh my god.”
He returned to the corner, bit into the chicken thigh, and in less than two seconds only bones remained.
“Ha ha…”
He was still sucking his fingers, clearly not full enough.
“Eat more.”
I put the entire plate on the floor. He groped, checked his surroundings, then crawled back, holding the chicken leg, biting into it deliciously.
“It's delicious…”
I wish he could sit in a chair to eat, but now that he's hungry, it's understandable that he's more sensitive.
I sighed and sat down at the table. He looked at me, the plate of chicken thighs was now just white bones, in less than 5 minutes.
“Come here.”
That alone is not enough. I called him, his eyes moved again.
“What else should I eat?”
I picked up the lamb stew, filled with gravy. He looked, his eyes lit up.
I bit and looked at him. The meat melts in the mouth. The royal chef's efforts were not wasted. I can't be hungry anymore.
He came closer and pulled my skirt, making me laugh softly.
“Sit here.”
I pointed to the chair next to me. He sat down, grabbed the food on the plate, and put it in his mouth.
“Wow.”
The wildness surprised me again. While eating, his hands were dirty and his mouth was greasy, I quickly wiped it off with a wet towel. He sat still, not resisting.
“Take it, eat it.”
I took the piece of meat for him, this time he didn't throw it away.