My body trembled in Dorian’s arms, the foreign feeling taking over every sense I had. Dorian’s chest didn’t rise or fall. It was cold with no heartbeat that I could detect, yet I’d never felt more comforted.
It wasn’t a high bar to surpass, considering the last time I was held like this was when I was six in my mother’s arms, but it still felt nice.
Dorian held a fork to my mouth with a juicy piece of steak. The scent overpowered the metallic from his glass, and my stomach rumbled so loudly that my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
I couldn’t resist the bite of food, moaning around the fork when the fatty goodness hit my tongue. It’d been so long since I’d eaten anything nourishing. It had me craving more, so I didn’t object when he continued to raise the fork to my mouth until I’d e
