I dragged my fingers over his back and through his long hair. Pressing soft kisses everywhere I could reach, I said, “I love you.”
His arms tightened around me. “I love you too.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but Kal captured my lips. When my dick twitched, I wondered if we could have a second round.
Chapter 41
Revelations.
After another round of sex and we’d cleaned up, I lay against Kal, and his fingers skated over my spine. A soft thrumming filled my ear, different from a human’s but still soothing. I pressed a kiss to his chest, lips brushing his nipple, and he let out a quiet moan.
There was something perfect about lying in the darkness of his room. I don’t think I’d ever felt so secure before. I’d also neverhad such amazing sex. Often I felt like crap afterward. It wasn’t like that with Kal. I felt loved and safe.
My stomach growled, breaking the silence of the room.
Kal said, “I should feed you.”
“I’m fine.”
He started to shift away, and I groaned in protest. “Kal.”
“You’re not eating enough.”
I sighed, and he dragged me out of bed. Sitting next to the table, I poked the bag. “What did you bring?”
“It’s cold now, but it’s the same food from our first outing.”
I dug into the stew. The spice clung to my tongue, and I suppressed a pleased groan. Even cold, it tasted amazing. I tore off another piece of bread and dunked it into the rich curry-like substance, then held it out for Kal.
His lips enclosed around the piece, tongue licking my fingers. With the pad of his thumb, he wiped some sauce from my bottom lip. Eyes on me, he said, “Delicious.”
“Yep,” I squeaked.
Kal rubbed his forehead against mine. I hooked my arms around him, holding him tight. After a few seconds, he said, “You’re supposed to be eating.”
“You’re distracting me.”
He wiggled out of my embrace, tail winding around my wrist. Kal ate anything I offered, but otherwise, he watched me devour the food. My mouth burned, and my shrunken stomach protested, but I finished all of it.
“I’m tired,” I commented.
“We should go to bed, then.”
I didn’t respond, relaxing with my head on his shoulder. Kal nudged me. “No,” I protested. Kal kept moving and forced me to stand. He escorted me to the rooms, then hesitated. I directed him toward his room.
Flopping on the bed, I pressed into the pillow. Already, sleep began to cloud my thoughts. A blanket covered me moments before Kal settled next to me.
Kal had been working on the portrait of me almost every day since he started it, except probably when I was sick. He would occasionally tug my shirt off to look at me, but that usually devolved into us having sex, which I didn’t mind. Sex with Kal was amazing, but it was more than that. He satisfied my body, and at the same time, he made me happy.
But as the days passed, he’d become more withdrawn.
“Babe,” I said.
He didn’t react.
“Babe,” I repeated louder, and he jumped.
“Yes?”
