Page 19 of The Last Feast
ALONE
AUGUSTE
There’s still food left when Hana’s lashes begin to droop. She’s cute as fuck when she yawns, stretching her arms above her head then dropping her chin to her chest. Holding her jaw, I tilt her face up and ask, “Ready for bed?”
She’s even cuter for being excited about the bed as she quickly nods.
But when she wraps her arms around me, lays her head on my shoulder, and closes her eyes, I fall even harder.
This woman doesn’t have anyone in her life.
She’s made peace with it, yet she’s trusting me in her most vulnerable state.
I’ll never take it for granted.
I carry her to my old bedroom, turning the auto lights off as I go.
The moon bathes the bedroom in a soft glow that won’t keep her awake, since she’s already half asleep.
Her excitement for the bed outweighs my need to hold her, and she rewards me with a soft moan when I lay her under the sheets.
She burrows into the pillow, and her nose twitches as she smells the floral scent that clings to the linen.
Before I can pull the sheets up, she unknots the belt around her waist and throws the robe onto the floor. Taking it as my cue, I gently turn her on her back then pull the sheets up to her chin before I slip down the bed to lay between her thighs.
“What are you doing?” she asks around a yawn.
I place a soft kiss on her clit. “Putting you to sleep. Close your eyes, baby.”
The faint smell of blood clings to her skin since my bathroom doesn’t have any toiletries, but it doesn’t take away from how perfect she is.
It only adds to it as I slowly run the flat of my tongue between her lips, greeting every part of my woman.
Her thighs twitch when I softly suck on her clit, rolling my tongue as I massage up her legs to lightly widen her thighs.
But when I continue as I move down to push my tongue inside her, she kicks the sheets down and sleepily snaps, “I’m tired.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, kneading her inner thighs.
“No. I want you to hug me at the same time,” she softly admits, staring at her chest.
I lay beside her and lift her onto my chest, her thighs either side of mine. Pressing my lips to her temple, I slowly massage down her body as she wraps the sheets around us.
“Go to sleep,” I whisper.
There’s no response, but I can see her eyes are still open, and her lashes tickle my jaw when she blinks, but I keep massaging her down to her thighs.
I don’t fuck her or even push my fingers inside.
I lightly stroke through her slit with one finger, feeling her wet cunt that’s all mine as we silently lay on the bed.
She’s so warm and perfect that the parts of my body she’s not touching feel even colder without her body heat.
A contented moan brushes my jaw when I massage her lower back and use two fingers to trace her soaked cunt while kissing her temple.
I can feel her clenching, her cunt eager for me to sink inside her even though she’s boneless.
Her moans get longer, like I’m in control of her, matching the pace of my fingers.
Every movement makes her clench, but she only has enough energy to nuzzle against my chest to look out of the window.
I can’t reach her temple, so I kiss her crown then rest my cheek on her hair as I massage up her back then back down.
She whimpers when the heel of my palm is on her lower back, and my fingers form a V, massaging her cunt without touching her clit.
I kiss her hair again, leaving my lips there, not changing the pace of my hands.
“Jamie?” she whispers, tilting her hips back. “You made me full.”
“You’ve done the same for me,” I admit, covering her crown with my chin.
“I’m scared of going to sleep.” Her voice is small, unsure as she rubs my chest. “Sometimes, I have bad dreams and I can’t move.”
“Me too. You can tell me your nightmares if you want.”
“The Sisters would lock us in a wardrobe when we didn’t listen. I’d get put in there if I cried, so I stopped crying. But in my dreams, I cry, and they come back. They lock me away again so it’s all dark.”
“No one is going to take you away from me. I’ll stop them, and I’ll hide your tears so they don’t see them.”
She doesn’t say anything more, and neither do I.
We just lay there, Hana looking at the moon, me looking at her, breathing with ease in a way that feels new as I continue petting her cunt. I don’t want her to come, only to be relaxed enough that she doesn’t dream.
I don’t know how long we lie there when an owl hoots.
It snaps her out of the blank staring, and she lifts her head to softly kiss me.
Threading my fingers through her hair, I deepen the kiss, feeding all the illogical emotion from my chest directly into her as I cup between her thighs to pull her closer.
My breathing is heavy when I pull back to look at her.
I don’t know what I’m looking for, but I search her eyes, and I can’t even focus on breathing at a regular pace with her in front of me.
She’s changing me. I don’t understand it, but she is.
Then, she smiles. She fucking smiles. So innocent, one side of her lips slightly lower than the other, and I know I don’t give a fuck about however I evolve, just as long as it’s under her command.
I pull her closer, resting our noses together so I can get deeper into her open eyes that dazzle me.
But she kisses me again, rethreading my DNA so the strands have her name weaved between them.
The irony is, I was planning on leaving medicine to go into research, specifically triple helix DNA and how it can be used to heal diseases with no cure.
Coming home was supposed to give me breathing room to make that decision.
Now, I’ve found the physical personification of it in Hana.
She’s healed what she didn’t break, what I thought I’d never be able to recover from.
So, I kiss her with gratitude for a life she saved as I free my dick. She kisses me deeper as I slowly push inside her, moaning and clenching around me.
“Shh, don’t move,” I coo, stroking her hair. “Keep daddy’s dick nice and warm.” I slip my thumb into her mouth. “Suck until you feel better.”
She lays back on my chest, allowing me to slowly bury my dick inside her as she sucks on my thumb. Both of us are soothed, and I continue stroking her hair as I close my eyes.
The little brat bites my thumb with more energy than she previously had and sits up, clenching around me and dropping my arm on the bed. Wrapping her hand around my neck, she grits, “You are my whore, Jamie.”
“Yes, baby,” I moan, silently begging her to use both hands as I tilt my chin up to expose the side of my neck free from her violence.
This crazy woman is scared of vulnerability. If she needs to control my air to find her comfort, I’ll gift her my lungs like balloons with little bows on them. I just want her.
And she gives it to me as she wraps both hands around my neck, slowly lifting her hips to ride me.
I massage up her body to her tits that are heavier than I would expect for her frame.
Without the lens of fear, I really see her.
Beyond the scars, the terror she hides behind, is a woman who’s been hurt.
That changes now as I softly massage her tits.
She will never know pain again. Every touch she experiences will be one she craves, filled with love.
“Is this good, baby?” I ask.
“Harder,” she moans, throwing her head back as she rides me faster. Her thighs slap down on mine, leaving red marks on both of us as I pull her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“Like this?”
“Yes,” she moans louder, grinding on me to give her clit friction. “More.”
“Look at me when you ride my fucking dick,” I grit when she closes her eyes.
“No,” she snaps, tightening her hands around my neck. “I’m going to use my whore how I want.”
“Fuckkkk,” I groan as she slowly lifts her hips while clenching around me then drops down, flexing her inner muscles.
She rides me faster as she pulses her hands on my throat, exercising her control over my air. Her eyes are on mine, though, like a reward.
“You’re doing such a good job, baby,” I praise as I force myself to remain still. “Show me how much my clever girl needs her daddy’s dick.”
“Jamie,” she moans.
There’s a current of fear when she plants her feet beside my hips, but she applies more pressure on my throat before she removes it entirely and leans back to grip my knees.
“Fuck, Hana, baby,” I breathe out in awe at the muted view of her open for me.
Just like she did in the maze, there’s uncertainty in a position that has her exposed. There’s no demand or violence. She gulps and slowly circles her hips. Cupping her cheek, I place my thumb on her bottom lip and wait for her to take what she needs.
“You’re perfect, baby,” I whisper.
Tonight is about her comfort. When we redo the day, we’ll make it better and find out each other’s likes and dislikes, each little thing that drives the other crazy. Yet, she’s still perfect as she mumbles, “I’m clever?” before sucking my thumb into her mouth.
“Yes, my beautiful, clever girl.” I slowly turn, careful not to push my thumb deeper into her mouth as I switch our positions. I turn her head to the side, exposing her neck so I can feel her pulse against my lips as I slowly fuck her in long, hard strokes.
“Jamie,” she moans around my thumb, her nails digging into my back.
“My good little girl. Keep moaning my name.”
Her moans get louder as I kiss down her neck to her chest and even louder when I bite the side of her tit. “Harder.”
I lift up with my hand against the wall to see her clearly as I grind into her, giving her clit friction. “You’re not in control right now, baby.”
Something snaps again, and she reverts to the violent woman as she scores her nails down my back. Gripping my hair with her other hand, she tries to bend my head back, but she could gouge out my eyes, and I’d still be unmovable with her face in view.
“I. Am. Not. Your. Whore,” she grits, twisting the strands between her delicate fingers.
“I know,” I agree easily with a smile. “I’m yours.”
Just as quickly as her fight for control was called forward, it abates as she pulls me down to seal her lips over mine, moaning to bring more parts of me to life that will forever bear her name.
I don’t stop her from reversing our positions or when she takes her lips away to fuck me harder.
I thrust up, trying to get deeper she turns rigid and screams the fake name that feels like mine when she says it.
Hana falls forward, nearly smacking me in the face in her eagerness to reach my lips. I wrap my arm around her, kneading her back with the heels of my palms. Following the curve of her spine, I thread my fingers through her hair as she whimpers, twitching around my dick.
“Shhh, daddy’s here, clever girl,” I coo. “Don’t move. Let me take care of you.”
I lay her cheek on my shoulder and press my lips to her forehead as I slip my thumb into her mouth. With my other hand in her hair, I softly massage her scalp as I slowly fuck up into her, working myself to climax while soothing her to join me.
Tomorrow comes.
And I wake up alone.
I reach out on the bed, searching for the woman beside me but only meeting the cold sheets. It doesn’t matter how much I twist or turn—there’s not even a spot of warmth left behind for me. She’s fucking disappeared.
I look around the room for any sign I haven’t imagined everything.
The dresser is open, and the clothes I left here for when I visit have been moved. She’s taken my clothes, kept something of me so I’m always close to her.
But there’s no note.
Nothing but the four-letter name of a woman who made me come alive then left me cold in the morning.
Jumping up out of bed, I grab a pair of sweats and nearly trip in my urgency to get dressed as I look out of the window to see if there are footprints in the snow. I’ll follow them, find her, and bring her back to me so we can exist in a house where time stands still while we do the same.
The blanket of white is undisturbed, settling some of my fear. I still run through the house, calling her name.
“Hana?”
The hallway is empty, and the kitchen hasn’t been touched.
“Baby? Where are you?”
There’s no sign of her, almost like she didn’t exist. I pull the front door open, getting hit in the face by the icy air as I step onto the porch.
“Hana!”
Where the fuck did she go?