Chapter 18

In the cabin, Diana lounged on the bed, her body pleasantly sore and even still a bit aroused at the thought of the previous evening's pleasures.

Kor is a phenomenal lover! The way he uses his tongue, his body. Diana felt like sliding a hand under the sheet to stroke and ready herself for his return, but her tummy growled impatiently.

Resigned to take care of other bodily needs first, she draped the sheet around herself and stood up.

"Alphie, you there?" she called.

"I am always here."

"I'm hungry," she said, almost plaintively, rubbing her tummy.

"Well, we can't have that," said Kor, striding in, looking deliciously rumpled.

Diana licked her lips looking at him. Suddenly she felt a whole different kind of hunger. Kor wagged a finger at her.

"First, real food," he said, his eyes glowing. "Then we play."