4. Appetites: Hunger and Desire

Logan touched me carefully, and frankly, a bit too cautiously. He must have thought my body wasn’t in great shape yet.

The sensation of his hand squeezing my chest, his tongue circling over it—it was definitely a mix of sensual and ticklish. His hand glided down my side, fingers parting my folds, and between my legs, I was already wet. Wet enough to leave a mark on the bed.

‘This isn’t it, it’s not enough.’

It was our first night, and I had thought it would be better to simply lie back and let the mood take over, to surrender to the sticky tension.

But I couldn’t control my thirst. My mouth was dry, my body restless. The enticing scent of sweat, the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat, the warmth of his body—I wanted to consume it all. I wanted to taste him.

In the end, I couldn’t resist and pushed him away.

“Lie down.”

“What?”

“Lie down. You’re going to be underneath.”

Logan blinked in confusion but eventually gave in to my forceful tone and lay on the bed. He stared up at me, scratching the back of his neck, looking so tempting.

He seemed like an innocent offering, unaware of what might happen next. Although, of course, nothing would really happen.

I climbed on top of him and kissed him deeply, slipping my tongue into his mouth, savoring him, running it along his palate.

But it wasn’t enough. I pried his mouth open further with my fingers. His lips stretched uncomfortably wide, and Logan furrowed his brows, clearly confused.

I just wanted more. To lick, to taste every inch. What was wrong with that? I raised my eyebrows, as if to say nothing was wrong, and continued to lick and suck at his mouth, like a starved dog, panting wildly.

After swallowing every bit of saliva that had dripped, I slowly pulled away. I felt just a little satisfied.

Only after I moved back did he rub his aching jaw. His lips had turned red, as if they had been torn.

“…Do you always kiss like that?”

“I did it because I liked it.”

Before Logan could fully process what had just happened, I had to devour more. Before he could sense something was off and try to escape.

I hurriedly pressed his shoulders down and buried my face into his neck.

Was this Logan’s sweat? His scent was so heavenly, I slowly licked the skin around his neck.

Ahhhh, the sensation sent tingles down my spine. Why did he taste so good? It was driving me mad.

Just licking his skin made me feel like I could reach my peak. I sucked and licked his neck and shoulders greedily, all while rubbing my lower body against his.

I had been soaked for a while, and the slickness made our bodies slide against each other easily. My fluids flowed out so freely that they soaked his cock too.

“Haa.”

Logan let out a soft groan, feeling as though he was pleasuring himself while spreading the gel.

“Kylie, move aside now.”

“Ah, no. Just a little more, just a little longer.”

I want more. It’s still not enough.

I took a full bite of his chest. It was sweet and soft, like pudding.

I wanted to bare my teeth and bite down right then. If I did, the savory juices would gush out. But I had to hold back. If I did something like that, I’d never get to taste Logan again.

I successfully restrained the overwhelming urge.

The funny thing is, I wasn’t controlling myself because of any moral concern about not hurting people. It was the fear that if I made a mistake, I’d never get to enjoy Logan again that made me suppress the burning red desire boiling inside me.

“Ugh, I think I’m about to come.”

“Already?”

“It’s been a while, that’s why.”

Logan, embarrassed, covered his flushed eyes with his palm. Judging by his clenched jaw, it seemed like he was forcing himself to hold back.

Like someone running to catch a bus, I quickly straightened my upper body. Then, I swiftly moved down to his lower half.

Can’t let it go to waste. I hurriedly took Logan’s member into my mouth.

“Now I’m going to come.”

I glanced up, urging him to finish quickly.

“…”

Logan looked down at me with a startled expression. His lips moved as if he had a lot to say, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak. Then, I heard him mutter a faint, “Damn.”

He seemed a bit shocked by my unusual behavior, and at this rate, his stiffened member might go soft. I wanted to consume all of him, so I quickly lowered my head again.

No, you can’t go soft. Finish quickly.

I wanted to swallow it down to the base, but his size made that impossible. My throat would undoubtedly tear apart.

Instead, I slid my lips along the shaft, softly pressing the tip of my tongue against the opening. As I teased his member relentlessly, his thigh muscles twitched.

Each time my sharp tongue pressed into the tip, Logan’s hips bucked.

“W-wait.”

A cornered voice echoed from above my head. His voice, heavy and submerged as though drowned, only fueled my excitement.

His flushed face, furrowed brow, tightened abs and muscles, and the large hands gripping the sheets helplessly—everything about him screamed pleasure.

Good, it looks like he’s about to finish. I was worried since this was my first time, and I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right. But Logan was clearly feeling it. My lack of experience was made up for by my intense desire for his release.

“Ugh!”

His large hand pressed down firmly on the top of my head. As my head lowered further, his member hit the back of my throat, nearly causing me to gag.

“Haa…”

Logan climaxed. His essence flowed down my throat, and I pursed my lips, determined not to spill a single drop.

‘Damn, that tastes good.’

It felt as though grace had finally descended upon my tongue, which had been tortured by a disgusting potato, repulsive lettuce, and moldy bread.

Of course, if I could eat his flesh and blood, it would taste even more divine, but I was thankful even for this.

Regretfully, I continued sucking at Logan’s tip, like drinking from a straw, savoring every last bit of the tantalizing essence. But eventually, he pushed me away.

“Ah!”

Compared to him, I was endlessly fragile, tumbling away like a rag doll. I rolled right off the bed, but Logan, startled, quickly picked me up.

He hurriedly came down from the bed and brushed off the dust from my body. Apparently, he pushed me without realizing it because he became overly sensitive after finishing.

Watching Logan apologizing so frantically, I smacked my lips.

“Then let’s do it again.”

“This time, I’ll take care of you.”

“I want to do it.”

I reached for his member with sparkling eyes, but Logan pulled his body back in alarm. I missed him by a hair.

“Not right now. I need to calm down a bit.”

Looks like he needed some cooldown time. So when can we do it again? Feeling a little disappointed, I leaned in for a kiss.

I told him there was no need for foreplay. Instead of sucking on my chest, I begged him to just kiss me.

Logan, though sighing heavily as if conflicted, eventually complied with my request.

Even as he spread my thighs, rubbed my clit, and thrust his member inside, rocking his hips, we didn’t break the kiss.

Panting, I clung to his neck, my lips glued to his.

The kiss was nice, but the thick rod forcing its way into my narrow entrance felt overwhelming. Still, thinking that I was consuming him down below made me feel full and content.

His spit is good, his sweat is good, but I think I like his semen the best.

‘Just a little, just a tiny bit.’

Pretending it was an accident, I bit down on his lips. Like a sly serpent sinking its fangs into the ripe fruit of Eden.

His lips split open, and a faint trickle of blood seeped out. Logan let out a small groan, his face contorting in pain.

I gently licked his lips as if to soothe him. The sour taste of blood filled my mouth, accompanied by an intensely sweet flavor, like I had eaten a piece of chocolate.

My body shuddered as though I had reached the climax, and I clenched tightly around him. Logan’s breathing grew ragged in response.

‘Blood is the best.’

It was truly the finest.

Though it was only a drop, I felt my entire body melt, as if submerged in hot water.

The bliss of being warmed up after a day spent shivering in the icy cold. My skin flushed, my blood raced, and an uncontrollable moan slipped from my lips as my toes curled in pure ecstasy.