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Zephyra's POV

Lirael is pressing kisses down my stomach on his way to giving me a third orgasm when my stomach grumbles loudly. “Oh my god,” I say, throwing my hand over my eyes in embarrassment.

He chuckles against my skin—a low rumble that has me looking down at him in surprise. I’m not used to such good humor from him.

He meets my gaze, and there’s a sparkle in his eyes that wasn’t there when he picked me up. “Do I need to feed you before I can eat again?”

I laugh and prop myself on my elbows. “It couldn’t hurt. What do you have in the house? I could make something for us?”

He nuzzles his nose against my stomach. “I don’t cook, so there isn’t really anything. I’ll order something.”

I reach down and tug on his hair until he looks up at me. “You don’t have a single thing in that massive fridge of yours?”

He crawls up my body and presses his lips to mine, then says, “Some wine, bread, possibly a block or two of cheese. Nothing you can make a decent meal out of.” He sucks a nipple into