“I’m sorry. I just,” he bit his lip, still eyeing the fingerprints he left on my sensitive skin, “couldn’t keep my hands away from them. They’re too marvelous and perfect for me to stay away.”

Blushing, I slapped his hands away. It seemed he was obsessed with my chest like he was with my hair.

“Can we go sleep now? I’m tired.” I pouted.

“As my queen commands.” He captured my lips again into a scorching kiss and scooped me into his arms. Naked.

“The blanket,” I whispered, already battling with growing desire. I had to resist my urges if I wanted to walk tomorrow. But my hands were already feeling his hard body, ignoring my brain.

“Forget about it. I love you like this,” he groaned.

I clenched my thighs while he added additional marks on my neck where I was sure numerous already sat proudly from last night.

“We should sleep,” he murmured into my ear, placing me softly on the bed, hovering over me.

“We should,” I moaned at his flaming touch at my sides.

Placing a last kiss on my forehead when he tried to pull away, I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him back.

At his confused face, I pulled him into a kiss, my hips already begging for attention. His rigid not at all junior was very much awake against me, telling me his want as well. But he was holding back not to hurt me anymore.

And at that point, I didn’t care. I wanted him again. Another round wouldn’t be that bad, right?

“You’re sore...”

“Just be gentle.”

Soft touches over my hips, warm lips on my jaw and his hot breath fanning my skin woke me up from my beautiful slumber. My eyes fluttered open to the morning light, then fell on the breathtaking pair of gray orbs I was so much in love with.

“Good morning, my beautiful rose.” The huskiness of his morning voice sent a shiver down my body. Even in the morning, with his ruffled bed hair, he looked as perfect as ever, if not more beautiful.

As cliché as it sounded, this was the sight I wanted to wake up to for the rest of my life. The sight I had craved all my life.

A smile touched my lips. My heart was content, just as much as my body was. Though there was still a little pain down there, it wasn’t bad. The pain killer he made me gulp earlier in the morning after another session seemed to work.

“Morning.”

With a heart-stopping grin on his face, he brushed his lips against mine. “How did my Rosebud sleep?”

“Tired slumber is always the best.”

A husky chuckle reverberated through his chest as one of his palms massaged my inner thigh. “How’s the pain?”

My cheeks turned hot. “Better.”

Mischievousness twinkled in his gray pools. “Was I gentle enough?”