...Kai’s lips on her again, covering the fading mark where her neck and shoulder met. She felt him nip and suck the skin there, re-applying his mark on her. She had to stop her legs from wrapping around his waist and indulging him again. “ Kai-kun,” She protested.
“Bulma.” He practically purred her name. Bastard. He knew the effect that had on her. He so rarely said anything during sex and if he did, it was usually some variation of a curse word. The sound of her name on his lips had the power to make her come instantly. With their chests so close, she practically felt him say it. She would have come again if she hadn’t just done so a minute ago.
She knew he was trying to entice her again. Usually, she would give in. But, as it was, she’d be sore in the morning from round one. Round two would most defiantly make traveling difficult. She was loathed to show such weakness in front of him. Fortunately, she had logic on her side.
“Kai-kun, we can’t. You won’t have time to go back to your room and shower before Tyson wakes up.”
Kai sighed, and pulled out. She felt the loss of him almost immediately, both in her bed and in her body. Turning her head she watched him collect his pants form the floor, his pale, perfect skin beautiful by the dim light of the full moon. A ghostly specter to haun...