wrist. “Sometimes, when I’d fuck you, it’d be so… desperate. To have you.” Brows knitting up, he shakes his head. “It was violent and greedy, but I know you’re mine now. I can wait until your hunger comes back. Until you feel greedy.” He glances down at my body, arching a brow. “And not to pressure you or anything, but I’m sort of counting the days.”
