'The Best He Ever Had'
(Or, The Way to a Man's Heart)
He loved her.
There was no denying it.
If Erik had never been sure before, he was certain of it now.
Christine…
The very object of his desires. Of his affections. The one spark of happiness that he could remember throughout his entire existence. How many nights had he lain awake… wrestling with the insatiable desire to possess her? How long had he tortured himself with music, punishing his desires to consume her? To taste of that forbidden flesh?
The idea was maddening.
He'd torn at his skin. He'd cursed himself to hell. But nothing could restrain him. Nothing could ever restrain him.
No. This would be his one indulgence. His one sin.
He had wanted her…
And so he took her.
Without remorse. Or regret.
I love you, Christine. Truly, this is the best meal I've ever had.
He sliced off another piece of her thigh, and poured himself another glass of wine.