Chapter 61 – Consuming Desire
Seeing a flash of red in his eyes, she shook her head quickly, taking control of herself and taking a good step away from him.
She was trying to communicate right now, not get laid. If she continued along the path that Chris was leading this conversation into, she knew what would happen would definitely be the latter.
“That is nice to know but I’m yet to get my explanation.” She snapped and he visibly flinched, before recollecting himself.
“Yeah, yeah, fine.” He took a couple of steps away from her too, giving her room, no longer fearing that she would bolt out through the door before he was done. Although he knew that she couldn’t outrun him even if she did.
“When I brought you here, I wanted to just survive on RedWine.”
Ivy ears perked at that. That was the name they called packaged blood. She had heard it a lot in passing while talking to Elsa, also she had been lucky to observe the bottle of wine they brought into the restaurant on Elsa’s birthday.
“But being so close to you all the time, makes the craving so much more than I had expected, more than I thought I could endure.” He paused momentarily. “I needed a life source if I was to stay in control, so I told Jett to get me one as a substitution.”
Substitution? For what? Her blood?
She tapped her fingers against the counter head, making a clicking sound in the process.
Wow, she got it now.
“Oh.”
“The day at that park, I left you to go and meet Jett who had arranged a life source for me.”
“I see.” She said, piecing the information together in her head.
“And this morning,” his gaze turned heavy and cold, his voice filled with pain and frustration.”I almost fed from you in your sleep, Ivy. My thirst was maddening, I almost lost control.”
She understood the look in his eyes now. It was fear.
A cold feeling creeped over her and all the fight left her.
It must have been killing him, having to deal with all these alone and but on a front for her to believe in.
“I had to leave the hotel without telling you.”
“I’m sorry, I totally forgot about the fact that you had to feed.” She walked towards him and held his hand in hers, feeling sorry for him. She couldn’t just imagine someone telling her not to eat properly for days and pretend that all was well. That was way too much to ask from a person.
“I should have observed that you were not feeding. I should have sensed that something was wrong. I know you are trying to do this relationship thing by the human standard, so as not to scare me and all but you really shouldn’t starve yourself.” She raised her hand to his cheek, patting him lightly. “I don’t like it.”
“I don’t think you heard me right.” He pulled her hand away from his cheeks, holding it instead, and she frowned.
“What now?”
“I said I almost lost control and devoured you in your sleep and you are apologizing. Apologizing for what?”
A smirk crossed her lips and mischief twinkled in her eyes.
“Devoured, uhn? That’s a nice word right there.”
He sighed, not playing along.
“Ivy, please.”
She shrugged dismissively.
When she spoke again, her voice sounded thoughtful.
“If you wanted my blood so bad, why didn’t you just ask me?”
His eyebrows knitted together, his face creasing into a frown.
“You would have allowed me to feed from you?”
“Of course,” she answered like that was the most obvious answer ever.
“You didn’t want me imprinting on you, I just thought you wouldn’t want anything to do with my fangs… yet. ” he said the last word with something that sounded like hope.
“Hmmm, so how should we do this?” She pulled him towards the sink, then turned to the wine glass that was now empty, picking it up and settling it on the table at the other side of the kitchen, along with a small kitchen knife had taken along with her. All while pulling him along with her.
He didn’t resist, instead he allowed her to guide her.
“All you need is blood, right? How about I cut my skin and allow a few drops into this cup so that you can drink it or something.”
She ended with a broad smile and he chuckled, shaking his head in disagreement.
“Thanks for the kind offer, my love, but a few drops might just add to my thirst.”
He pushed the cup away, pulling the knife away from her and dropping it at a distance, before turning to her with a serious expression.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.
“I’m not cheating on you, Ivy. I will never do that.”
Although it felt like as if they were done with that topic, he couldn’t resist the urge to hammer the fact in.
“I know now. I just wish you’d be plain with me.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I just didn’t want you finding out that I was feeding on other people. I didn’t want you feeling somehow, considering how the whole feeding thing works.”
“How does it work? What do you mean?”
“Uhmm…” He said, lifting her up to sit at the edge of the table, while he stood between her legs.
His jeans brushing against her own.
“There is a feeling the feeding gives to humans.”
Her oblivious look gave her ignorance away and he frowned.
“I thought you knew about it,” he said more to himself than to her.
“What feeling?”
“Something like orgasm, they said. Highly pleasurable.”
Volcanoes!
Ivy could feel the smoke of rage emitting from her head. She dug her hands into the front pocket of her hoodie, holding his gaze while trying to look unfazed.
“That is very interesting.”
She managed to say but all she could think about was the bubbly girl that had come down from the hotel and stepped into Jett’s car.
A feeling like orgasms, uhn? Fantastic.
“It is just a different kind of pleasure.” Chris went on, “There is, of course, the intial plan but the people that give themselves off as Life Sources do it because of the unexplainable pleasure they experience while we feed.”
Why did he have to keep repeating the pleasure part? Was he doing this intentionally.
“Wow.” She said for the lack of anything less dramatic to say. “So you have sex with your life Sources?” She asked, her voice dripping with jealousy which Chris sensed this time.
“I didn’t have sex with those ladies.”
“In the past, before me met.”
“Yes, I did.”
She nodded, what was she expecting.
She had had sex with quite a number of people herself and she wasn’t even as old as he was, whatever age he truly was.
“Whatever we take from them at that moment is always better. Lasts longer. And the pleasure is twice as much for the humans.” With how pleasant his voice sounded while he was saying it, it did sound like they enjoy feeding at that moment too.
Like it was something he also really enjoyed.
Then it clicked.
She understood it now. What he meant about the thing his Kind normally did that he hadn’t been doing.
Being that she was his Potential, he was supposed to be feeding from her.
She pulled out her hand from the pocket of her hoodie, no longer feeling jealousy but curiousity, a longing to to know, to experience.
“How pleasurable will it be to feed from one’s Potential?”
His gaze darted to her neck fast. Burning.
Fixed.
“Ivy,” he warned.
“How pleasureble?”
She moved her hands towards him, trailing them up his chest and around his neck, tugging him closer to her.
He didn’t resist, but he didn’t meet her halfway with her efforts by leaning down towards her either.
“Very,” he answered, his voice filled with extreme longing and consuming desire.