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his hand to my face, tracing a finger down the side. “It would be an honor to photograph a woman of your caliber.”
    He grips me tighter, heaving me into his hard body.
    “Are you going to fuck me now?”
    “No, I’m not going to fuck you, Gabrielle,” he replies, and I stare up at him, hurt by the fact he hasn’t taken me yet. “I’m going to make love to you, but not now. I want to make us dinner, unwind, and enjoy you on more than just a physical level. I want to spend time with you. Please, be patient.”
    “Alright,” I reply, defeated. “I’ve just missed you. I want to be as close to you as possible.”
    “Believe me when I say, I want you, angel. I always want you. However, we don’t need to fuck for me to feel close to you. Now, let’s get you changed into something comfortable and fed. You look famished.”
    I try to remember the last time I ate. That is, besides the cheese and crackers I had downstairs. Three days ago. No good. Just then, my stomach gurgles, and I wrap my arms about my waist.
    He eyes me inquisitively, seeing right through me.
    “Unacceptable,” he states, and I giggle at him. “What?”
    “You being you I guess.” I shrug. “I’ve missed it terribly.”
    The grave look on his face melts away, leaving behind a huge, teeth-bearing grin.
    “Alright, angel, what do you want to eat?”
    “I don’t care. Whatever you decide is fine with me.”
    “Why don’t you go slip into something comfortable,” he says, running his finger across my collarbone, “While I start dinner.”
    I shiver with need.
    “Would you like my help when I’m done?”
    “No, thank you. I wish to serve you tonight.” The tone of his voice promises a lot more than tasty food, causing my insatiable appetite for him to rise. I’m starving and only his carnal flesh will satisfy my cravings.
     
    O nce I’m dressed in one of his white oversized tees, I saunter downstairs where the smell of his mouth-watering cooking wafts through the air, enveloping my nose with its tantalizing scent. I walk through the massive main room into the kitchen where Hunt is chopping up vegetables at the island in the center of the room.
    “It smells amazing. I can’t wait to get it in my mouth,” I say flirtatiously, walking up behind him and kissing his back. He peers over his shoulder, giving me that kinked smirk that drives me mad. I walk around the counter to the opposite side so I can face him.
    “Thank you. Are you hungry, angel?”
    “I was, but after smelling the grub, I’m starved,” I comment, patting my empty stomach.
    “I would imagine so.” He puckers his lips and cocks that damn brow. “It’s probably been days.”
    He knows. But, how?
    “How can you tell?”
    “You’re pale with dark circles under your weary eyes, which also means, you haven’t been getting enough sleep. Your body and face appear thinner; your cheeks have begun to hollow and your curves have lessened. I felt it when I held you.”
    Suddenly, I feel self-conscious about how I look. I feel my cheeks and realize they do feel sunken. I run my hands over my hips and waist and they feel smaller too.
    “Every time I thought of eating, I wanted to vomit,” I confess, ashamed of my appearance. “Things haven’t exactly been easy for me either, Damian.”
    “Hey,” he says, taking my attention off myself. “You look beautiful. Nothing will change how gorgeous you are to me. Plus, it’s nothing a warm meal and a good night’s sleep won’t take care of. We’ll get some meat back on those bones, even if I have to personally feed you breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
    He smirks at me, and I smile back, giggling at the idea of him feeding me like a baby. I sigh and relax, feeling much better about my new undead appearance.
    “I’m sorry, angel,” he blurts out of nowhere. “I should have been there for you.”
    “It isn’t your fault.” I shrug.
    “Yes, it is…I haven’t been there to watch out for you, take care of