You look away though he still hold your hand to his mask. "I'm sorry but may I have my hand back?"
He looks at you with some anger creeping back into his golden eyes. He forces it away and sits back on the other side of your pillows.
You look back at the TV screen looking for a reason to get his haunting touch out of your mind. You see that the movie had ended and now the screen shown nothing but a bright blue screen. "Um… Would you like to watch something?" You grab for the remote.
He turns to look at you and pushes it away. "I don't want to watch anything. In fact I'm hungry. What shall my hostess make?"
Now it's your turn to look at him with a sly smile. "I thought ghost didn't need to eat? Misure Phantom."
He gives you a look that could drop any woman to her knees. "If you do not wish to feed my physical hunger, Then I will feed myself." He pushes the pillows aside and leans over you almost pinning you down to the mattress.
You look at him, you can feel your heartbeat speed up with the thought of him being so close. "What are you doing?" You say with shaky quick breaths.
"I intend on eating my else would I do?" He lowers his head to pushing his forehead against yours. "I've lost my appetite for food, now I'm craving your flesh."
With that he presses his lips to yours and give a hungry and rough kiss that takes all of your emotions and spins them. You pull away once he has stopped and you look into his golden eyes. They dance with passion. You can feel his body ease on top of you.
"Oh… what… what are you doing." you say in a breathy voice that haunts his ears. He tenses as the words linger in the air.
You can feel his strong chest against yours as he takes long deep breaths. Your arms and hands against his chest are what little space left that is not taken up by his presence. His powerful legs, one on either side of your own, tense as he moves closer to you.
"I'm going to make you my feast." He pulls your hands away from his chest and pins them above your head with one hand, leaving you vulnerable to his touch. He leans back to take a look at his newly claimed prize. With his other hand he swipes it across your cheek, down your neck to your collarbone and leaves it there.
"My, my such a bad hostess, you will not feed me at first, now you make me work to get my meal unwrapped… shame, shame, shame." He pulls at the collar of your shirt and places a hot kiss there, leaving your skin on fire after he pulls away. You shigh with the feeling.
"You enjoy being this way? Held down by a monster?" He looks at your eyes as he pulls your collar lower, edging your bra. "You like my cursed hands placed on you so..." He keeps his eyes locked on yours as he leans in and kisses the bear flesh that is newly exposed.
You gasp at this new touch and try to move away from his hot lips."please no further " you plead as he pulls away. "I can't take much more of this."
He pulls up but doesn't get off. "Why? are you sickened by my touch!" He roughly grabs the edge of your shirt and pulls up. "Do my fingers and lips make your skin crawl?!"
You take in a deep breath as the cold air hits your stomach "No it's not that" you say quickly. "Then what is it!" He barks as he looks at your eyes. His golden eyes filled with rage and lust.
You try to pull your hands back down but he presses them harder onto the mattress. This pains you a bit but you try not to show it. "I've never had a man do these things to me before. " He stares at you. "I'm afraid." you say as you look into his eyes for anything other than rage and lust.