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"What are you doing?" I panted, hips trembling, though I knew exactly what he was doing. My hands fisted the edge of the table, knuckles white, as Delmar's lips trailed down my body. His breath was warm, almost reverent, as he pressed slow kisses as he went.
He glanced up, eyes dark and hungry, catching my gaze and holding it. "I might not know human ways of making love," he whispered, his voice a low ripple against my skin. "But I know what love is. Even if you won't say it, I see the flutter of your pulse—" He pressed his lips to the spot where my pulse raced. "—the way your breath stutters, the change in your scent. I notice everything, Kash."
"I am a man of a species more attuned to its animal senses than humans," he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine. "Whatever barrier you've built, I'm determined to break it."
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my boxers, tugging them down with agonizing slowness, his lips following the path, nipping gently at my skin. "And as for your boyfriend," he said, voice edged with a smirk, "you can keep pretending with him. But don't push me away. Let me be your secret. Come to me at the end of each day...let me help you unwind." "I'll be your little pet... like that goldfish of yours. Only better."
My eyes rolled back as his mouth took my pulsing member.
"Fuck," I gasped, my back arching off the table.
"You shouldn't have come looking for me," I moaned, voice barely more than a ragged whisper. It was funny that I still trying to push him away even though I was utterly helpless against the need of my body.
"But you asked me to," he murmured, his breath sending a shiver through my skin.
I forced my eyes open, blinking down at him, frowning in confusion and need. "No, I didn't," I managed, my voice shaky.
He smiled, slow and knowing. "Didn't you, though?" he teased, his gaze never leaving mine. "You begged me with your eyes, Kash."
I stared down at him, utterly transfixed. He wasn't just pleasuring me—he was worshipping me. Every movement, every touch, was deliberate, focused solely on my pleasure. The realization sent a rush of heat through me, dizzying and intoxicating. The power of his devotion, the way he gave himself over so completely, was heady. It messed with my mind.
"You can read my eyes?" I panted, chest heaving, sweat prickling at my brow.
"Yes," Delmar smirked.
"What are they saying now?" My voice was rough, barely more than a whisper.
He leaned in, his gaze locked to mine, heat and mischief dancing in his eyes. "They're begging me to stop talking and do this." Without another word, he went back to the task like he wanted it just as much as I did.
My hands gripped the edge of the table so hard my knuckles ached, desperate for something to anchor me as pleasure threatened to sweep me away.
My eyes squeezed shut, overwhelmed, but then I heard it—a series of soft, rhythmic clicks, the language of his kind. I forced my eyes open, and there he was, staring up at me, eyes burning with intent. He wanted me to see him, to witness the devotion in every movement.
It didn't take me long to come undone under his ministrations.
Delmar stood up with a slow, fluid grace, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. There was something infuriatingly casual about the way he did it, as if he hadn't just wrecked every nerve in my body. His lips glistened slightly, his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. His gaze wasn't hungry anymore, it was warm. Mischievous.
"Well," he said, cocking his head to the side, eyes dancing with satisfaction, "we should cook the rest of the food."
I blinked at him, still half-dazed, slumped on the edge of the kitchen table like a puppet with its strings cut. My legs felt like jelly. My soul felt like it had been stolen, kissed senseless, and gently returned with a bow on top.
"That's it?" I managed, voice rough. "You just... commit a spiritual crime against my body and then tell me we should get back to task in hand?"
Delmar chuckled softly...low and melodic, like the echo of waves against rock. "I was told humans get cranky when they are hungry. I'm just being considerate." He leaned in, so close I felt his breath on my cheek. "But if you'd rather I hold you and whisper poetry about the ways you make my heart tremble... I can do that too."
My face went up in flames.
"Shut up," I muttered, trying to push him away, but my limbs were like boiled noodles. Delmar caught my wrist mid-air, kissed the inside of it gently, then released it like I was made of something fragile and sacred.
"I'll cook," he added casually, already reaching for a cloth. "You can sit and watch me."
"Do you want me to return the favour, Delmar?"
He chuckled. "Maybe later, he said before placing a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth. "You are delicious by the way."
"You're impossible," I said, pushing against his solid chest before walking casually, or atleast trying to be, to the gas oven and lighting it on.