The Beast of the Albard Mansion - Chapter 52

Desi headed straight for the bed as soon as he arrived. We collapsed onto it, laughing together.

I put my hand into Desi’s mouth and felt his sharp fangs. The sensation of his soft tongue and sharp teeth was transmitted to my fingertips. Desi obediently kept his mouth open.

“How can they be so sharp?”

“Uh?”

Desi’s speech was muffled because he was biting my hand.

“These fangs of yours. They’re a bit scary. They seem like they could hurt.”

Kissing Desi felt good, but there was also a bit of fear. His sharp teeth sometimes pricked my lips. It was more intense when he held me, biting my neck or chest with those sharp teeth.

It felt like a blade’s edge pressing in, a thrilling but scary sensation. When Desi panted like a starving beast, it seemed like just a slight bite would cut my skin, leaving sharp teeth marks and drawing blood.

Even though my expression was worried, Desi just smiled with his eyes shining. He licked my fingers with his tongue, his bright yellow eyes glinting. I pulled my hand out of his mouth and said,

“Don’t eat me, okay?”

Desi didn’t answer my words and instead rolled over on top of me. A large shadow cast over my body.

“Are you all recovered now?”

Desi had a different purpose. When he smiled, his fangs gleamed. I clasped my hands together and made a pitiful face.

“I’m hungry and have no strength.”

Desi’s face contorted in frustration.

“Why are you hungry? Are they starving you?”

“Yeah. They told me to eat less until the wedding. They only gave me a piece of bread and some flimsy soup.”

I pouted to Desi. I couldn’t show my disappointment to others, but I could to Desi. I vented my frustrations about the day’s events. Desi got angrier than I did and lost his temper.

“Why are they starving their own child! Those crazy bastards! I should have killed them earlier!!”

“Desi, Desi! Quiet down! Someone might hear you.”

Desi shouted in his anger, and I quickly covered his mouth, worried that someone might hear. Desi, his face red, took deep breaths to calm himself. After a while, he gently removed my hand.

“Wait here.”

“Ah, it’s okay! Desi!”

Honestly, the hunger was bearable. I just wanted to vent my feelings to Desi because talking to him always made me feel lighter. But Desi didn’t listen to me.

He leaped out the window and returned shortly with both hands full of food. He brought bread, smoked meat, and various fruits. I was astonished at how he had gathered so much food in such a short time.

“Where did you get all this?”

“I got it from the kitchen.”

“Did you steal it?”

Desi shook his head firmly, denying it.

“No. I asked for it and took it. It was food about to go out, so it’s hot and delicious. Eat up.”

Desi set the food on the table and sat me down in front of it. I looked at him, bewildered.

“Wasn’t this food meant for someone else? And they just gave it to you?”

“What would they do if they didn’t? I asked for it.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

Desi’s confident attitude left me speechless. I wondered if he had paid for the food and whether it was right to take food meant for someone else. But Desi kept putting food in front of me, leaving me no time to ask.

I ate what Desi gave me. As I munched, I felt a sense of déjà vu. I used to feed Desi like this. I used to bring him food and take care of him. But today, Desi was taking care of me. It felt strange.

“Is it good?”

Desi’s actions and words returned to me. He looked happy seeing me eat well. His eyes softened, and a smile played on his lips. Was I like this too? Did I feel happy watching Desi eat well?

Thinking about it, I nodded. Desi’s smile widened, and he handed me more meat.

“Eat more.”

“Desi, you eat too. Let’s eat together.”

I pulled Desi down to sit beside me. It was the first time we had ever eaten together like this. Even though we had spent so much time together, we had never shared a meal.

This evening’s meal was special. I didn’t have to endure Father’s stories, and there was plenty of food. I could chat and laugh while eating without anyone scolding me for bad manners.

Most importantly, the time sparkled because I was sharing the meal with Desi. I never knew dinner could be so enjoyable. I was so happy that I laughed and stomped my feet.