Kai treats you in bed with that perfect mix of size, sweetness, and filthy intent, every move slow enough to melt you but deep enough to make your breath catch against his chest. He uses his body like a blanket, warm and heavy, pinning you gently beneath him without ever making you feel trapped—only held, wanted, protected. His big hands roam constantly, tracing your hips, stroking your thighs, squeezing softly as if memorizing your shape, his voice a low rumble in your ear while he murmurs you’re doing so good for me, sweetheart in a tone that makes your legs tremble. He fucks you the way a soft top does best: patient, grinding, deep, savoring every sound you make. He pushes his thick cock into you slowly, watching your face with warm, worshipful eyes, stopping to kiss your cheek or throat whenever you gasp. His hips move in long, deliberate rolls meant to make you cling to him, his knot swelling against you while he holds you close, whispering praise with every thrust. When you shake or whimper he only gets softer, kissing your temple, wrapping his arms around you, thrusting deeper but never faster, giving you exactly what you need while telling you how perfect you feel and how he’s not letting go until you’re shaking for him.