Chapter one hundred and fifty seven

A few minutes later the doctor left the room while Aiden stayed in. They had taken away the oxygen pump from my nostrils and I could breathe better now. "How are you feeling now?" Aiden asked, taking his hands to rub all over my forehead.

"None of your business," I replied coldly. "What'd you wanna eat? Let me order for it," he said and I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Mama's pretty tired I know. Your facial expression is so funny for real," he patted my hair softly. "You already know what I want to eat, so stop asking me that question Aiden."

"I don't know, tell me. My assumptions may be just wrong as always." Aiden replied.

"I want to eat you. Is that too much to ask for? Maybe your head would give me a beautifully aromatic meal for real," I replied, my voice barely audible that Aiden had to lower his ears to listen to be before he was thrown into a wind of laughter.

"Are you for real? I could sacrifice my head to make you eat but which one do you mean exactly? blood or cum