Novel & Cerita Vere Touch Starved

But somehow, Saint had sensed my disgust, and a frown creased his forehead in response. “Did your uncles forget to teach you manners?” Saint’s voice flowed like a tranquil river on a moonlit night, but his touch was suffocating me. My body froze and my mind went blank, struggling to find a response. His fingers dug deeper into my neck, crushing my windpipe and stealing my breath. I felt sickened by his touch, a feeling that twisted my insides. “Answer me.” His words dripped like honey, slow and sticky as he increased the pressure around my fragile throat, cutting off my air supply.

I whispered through trembling lips. "Don't do this," I pleaded, grabbing his arm only for him to shake me off. "What's the matter, Princess? Can't stand to see what you and your daddy did to them? Imagine how they felt down here, slowly starving to death with no hope of escaping. Do you know how long it takes to starve to death? Or for hope to slowly fade to nothing but despair? I do. You and your father made damn certain that I knew I wasn't worthy of touching you. I was starved until I ate the poor bastard they'd put into my cell with me, just for fun. Unfortunately, it didn't get enough people willing to pay to watch it unfold, so they got creative with Eryx and me. They learned that peop

With both men walking behind me, offering silent support, I made my way back to the living room, unsure of what the rest of the night would hold. I made my way back to the living room, feeling somewhat unsteady on my feet, both men hovered protectively behind me, their presence offering a sense of security in my vulnerable state. Suddenly, I found myself being pulled into Hunter's lap, much to my dismay. Despite my feeble protests, he proceeded to spoon-feed me once again, his actions both comforting and unnerving. Hungry and weary, I lacked the strength to resist their caring gestures, even as my head throbbed with a dull ache.

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He was shivering. If fear had Richter scale from 1 to 10, then Ludwig had crossed it and he was on 11. “What exactly is happening?” asked Tova as he took her wrist in his hand. Penny peeled open her eyes and saw Tova. She smiled faintly at him. In a low voice she said, “I—” “Tova, she has been vomiting after every damn meal. There is nothing that stays in. She has become so frail, so frail—” he choked.

It didn’t give me the feeling I thought it would. The light left his eyes, and he waveredon his feet in front of me. Most people never survived the soulsucking process. I was surprised that he did. He wouldn’t last much longer without it though. It would be a waste to just let him rot inwards out, without expelling a bit more anger. Why not have a bit of fun with him? I sank my talons into his throat, and pulled with minimal effort. It was amazing how quickly his body relinquished his trachea. I wondered how fast I could disembowel him.

“Hmm…you’re getting better day by day, I shall reward you, don’t you think?” Xerxes cupped my breasts over the T-shirt with his warm palms and coarsely pinched and massaged them, his forefinger and thumb tracing the nipples. “I have been starving, Katarina.” He murmured seductively, whilst nibbling on my ear lobe. Leisurely gliding his palm on my hips a moan left my mouth. “You don’t know how hard it is for me to see you every day and yet not able to feed on you. It drives me crazy.” I closed my eyes limping in his arms, his moist lips gliding down to my neck and then his hands slowly getting under the clothes as I gasped at the touch of his fiery palm on my flesh. I whimper at his merciless

My voice trembled as he applied pressure to my neck. "Looking for me?" Vulvan sneered, his words dripping with venom. "Did I ever say I needed to be found? We fucked, Zara, and that's it. Don't act like a devoted, loyal mate when that's not what we are." His harsh words cut deep, and I felt like I'd been stabbed through the heart. I burst into uncontrollable tears, but Vulvan didn't stop. He kept spewing his venom, each word a fresh wound.

55 WHERE'S YOUR MOM KID HiVi felt all weak, and trembling from hunger. No food given to eat for two days now, add the fact that he vomited the only thing that's filling his stomach. “Do Cafelle want me to die from starvation?” His feeling much more famished and had no strength to drag his body back to the bed. Borrowing some strength from the bowl behind, he leaned his back there to rest for a bit and, maybe, feel ok a bit and go back.

“He died of starvation.” I stared at him, the man I was mated to and the one I knew I loved, even if that love sometimes felt tangled with the ruthlessness he carried like a second skin. He was capable of things that still shocked me, decisions made in the name of protection that left little room for softness. I can hear your thoughts, you know, Kael said as he took a seat beside me on the bed, then started rubbing my leg with slow, firm strokes that eased some of the ache from the day. His touch was warm and deliberate, working the tension from my muscles while I let out a soft moan at how good the massage felt, the relief spreading through my tired body like a gentle wave.