No. It's not enough. It's never enough. He doesn't understand. He has no idea what I'm feeling. How badly my chest... my heart hurts.

I step closer to him, hooking one foot around one of his ankles and pushing aside, spreading his legs wide. I press in closer, licking the blood from his lips again, as I grab at both his wrists, hard, fingertips leaving bruises.

I can't think about how I could have hurt him when I was still a Greeed. I am not that strong anymore, no where near.

I shift slightly, getting my free leg between his, and practically crushing my hipbone against his dick, using the friction of the cloth between us to my advantage.