“I thought you wanted me to be nice to you, hm? You crave sweetness, don’t you, Sascha? Sweetness to match your own?” “I’m not sweet,” Sascha mumbled. “Oh, but you are.” Kai brushed his hand along Sascha’s stomach, feeling him tremble. “The sweetest morsel I’ve come across in a long, long while.” “You make it sound like you want to eat me,” Sascha accused shakily. What could Kai say to that? He did want that, in a way. The small taste of Sascha’s soul he’d had so far was not enough. He wanted all of it. All of him.
