Chapter 143 Hunger

• My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, a tangled mess of feelings I couldn't quite sort through. I’d never felt this way before, but deep down, I knew. This strange connection between us was because he fed on me. When his heart quickened, mine followed, a synchronized rhythm I had no control over. I felt connected to him, drawn into his world, his influence coursing through me. If words could describe it, I’d say I was caught in his trance, an invisible thread binding us together.
• I could still hear the faint echo of his gulp as if it lingered in the air between us. I wondered, had Victoria ever felt like this? Even if she had, she never showed it. But then Dominic’s words floated back to me—he had told me she could heal herself almost immediately after he fed on her. Perhaps that’s why she never seemed fazed. Maybe she never experienced the dizzying pull, the way my body responded to his every breath.
• Lost in thought, I barely noticed that I had started to absentmindedly rub the back of his hand with my thumb. His skin, warm and rough, seemed to hum beneath my touch. There was something mesmerizing about it, the way his pores felt alive, as if I could sense the very life within him. But then, the world outside intruded on our moment as we finally emerged from the suffocating darkness of the tunnel, entering a larger, brighter space. The grip between us loosened, our hands slipping apart with a strange finality. I withdrew my hand to rest it awkwardly on my lap, while he pressed his hands between his legs, as if trying to conceal something.