Starved Beast. Part 26

That's when she grabbed my hand and led me to the Gateway, urgently tugging my jacket from her shoulders and dropping it on the floor on the way. She pulled greedily at my clothes, drawing me after her, forcing me and making me go.

As she led the way through the narrow doorway, our bodies fused with the rock and the earth so that her breasts were mashed against my chest and my cock was buried inside her belly. I could suddenly see with her eyes and feel with her hands.

Her hair was blowing against my face and her happy tears were wetting my cheek. Above us there was a chink of light to prove that outside, the sun was still shining, the birds were singing and ordinary people were getting on with lives.

It was a moment of sublime human rapture, and of exquisite surrender.

As the days past and still no food, the gentle curves that had covered Christine's delicate bones flattened and disappeared. Soon, I could count the ribs shaping her chest. Her cheeks hollow