With this thought Mars slid down in bed, released her hair, but took hold of her, pulling her over his chest and drawing the covers up her back after he had her where he wanted her.

She nuzzled her face into his neck sleepily for a moment before she became dead weight.

He again grinned.

“Silence,” he called, shifting her hair off her shoulder and neck.

She did not stir.

“Silence,” he said louder, tightening the arm he had about her.

She stirred, then mumbled, “’Tis not morning.”

Mars smiled “It is, bellezza.”

“Buh,” she stated.

“You must wake,” he declared.

“I mustn’t. We are a king and queen at leisure. We can sleep the day away.”

“I have ordered caffé and rolls,” he informed her.

“Ugh,” she grumbled, pressing closer.

He started chuckling, through it saying, “We have not left our bed in over a day, Silence.”

She said nothing for a moment, before she asked, “And?”

He continued to chuckle as he pulled her up, forcing her to be face to face with him, before he rolled her so he mostly covered her, but they were still face to face.

“I have also ordered your draught,” he told her.

“Oh,” she whispered, getting that quicksilver look in her eyes he was becoming accustomed to and liked very much.

This time he liked it for the same reasons as he always did, including the fact it shared how much she liked his weight on her.

“It will be your third dose,” he reminded her.

“Oh.” She continued to whisper, now shifting under him in a way his cock took notice.

“I do not tire of your hands or your mouth, my queen.” He dipped his head so his lips were nearly on hers, and whispered, “But I wish to come inside.”

“Oh,” she breathed, that lovely syllable hardening his shaft fully, and as she’d earned it, he pressed it against her leg and the noise came again. “Oh.”

He grinned, brushed his lips to hers and rolled, pulling her fully on top of him.

She looked adorably dazed as he stated, “First caffé and rolls.”

She then appeared adorably perturbed and he found he could not stop smiling that morning.

He tucked her hair behind her ear and asked, “Did you sleep well?”

She nodded. “Did you?”

“Oh yes.”

Her little white teeth came out and scored her lower lip, her eyes telling him her thoughts were on why they both slept so well, and he wondered how discomfited she would get if the maid served their rolls while his mouth was between her legs.

“What are the different stamps for?”

Her bizarre question effectively took his mind from her taste.

“Sorry?”

“You have two stamps on your desk in your quarters upstairs in your palace. Stamps for sealing letters. One is a snake. The other is a lick of fire.”