Chapter 44 Wanting More

• I'm fed up with serious talk. I'm done with the stress. I have had enough of the crap that keeps building. Standing, I decide to taunt Alaric.
• He must sense it as he shakes his head. "Baby girl, I will not touch you until you eat." His words clearly state a fact. I glance from him to my plate.
• I feel like crap, so eating won't help. Then what? Will I even feel well enough for him to fuck me after? Sighing, I sit down, eat and fight off the sickness that builds with each bite.