“You sound as if you do not believe me.” My khui grows louder, fascinated at this new aspect to I’rec. I lean away slightly, both unnerved and aroused as he moves to my side, his arm brushing against me. “I believe you.” “Do you?” He eyes me up and down, studying me, and then reaches out and gently brushes a lock of hair back from my face. “Finish eating your food and I will show you how gentle I can be.”
