Kael
Kain is finally asleep now. After… God, I don't even know how many times we went at it. Hours, maybe. I lost count. All I know is, he kept wanting more, and I kept giving until his body gave out and he collapsed from exhaustion.
He looks small now, lying there. His lashes wet against his cheeks, little red marks scattered all over his skin where I couldn't hold back. Bite marks that will probably stay for days. Proof of how badly I lost myself.
And yet, I know when he wakes, I'll be cooked. Burned alive by his glare, maybe worse.
I sigh and get to work instead of thinking too much. The sheets are ruined, soaked through, so I strip them off and dig out a spare from the old wardrobe in the corner. With what little cleaning supplies I can find, I do my best. It's sloppy, but it'll do. Then I ease him back onto the bed, cover him with the blanket, tucking him in like he deserves something gentler than what I gave.
