“We can do anything we want and she was never meant to be any more than means to an end. Her feelings are irrelevent. The child or children – as I desire a son – would be ours, not hers.” That was something Rod had determined early on, though he had thought the child would be his not theirs. As one who does not share well, sharing his life was a strange concept that was oddly comfortable. He liked the idea of Dennis helping choose her… he was obviously a good judge of character. After all, here he sat in Rod’s lap while Rod’s mouth worked over chest and collar bones.
He was the insatiable one. He should eat to keep up his strength… but Dennis was so incredibly delicious. Maybe she should look like Dennis… some fair colouring would not hurt the Lestrange line… they tended to be dark and swarthy.
“Dinner. Then desert… then home where I will no doubt desire desert again…” Rod told him between bites of sweet flesh.