The next morning Drayce woke up by dawn and realized his little kitten was still sleeping soundly with him next to her. He lowered his head to look at his wife, who still had her face buried against his chest and her steady breathing he could feel even through the fabric of his robe. She was still holding his nightdress belt in her hand. The entire night her hand was the same, wrapped in that belt and clutching it tightly in her fist.
'Is she not scared of me at all now? Instead, is she scared of me leaving her alone?' He thought as the pleasant smile painted on his lips but the next moment his devilish thoughts took over his mind, 'As she is not scared, will it be fine to eat her a little at least. She will love it, won't she? That day she seemed to like it when I played with her neck. Only that much won't do. She needs to know other ways to feel good too.' His eyes started to change their color with the lust filled in them.
