At exactly five in the morning, Maxen's leg jerked, reminding him to wake up. It was still dark outside, and the sun was barely peeking on the horizon.
Feeling the heat beside him, he crawled his hand on her silk pajama that he was itching to shred into pieces.
Gingerly, afraid to wake her up, he kissed her shoulders and inhaled her scent, indulging in her asleep state.
As if on automatic, Olivia's hand reached for the side of his face, feathering his ear with her fingertips.
"Mmmm," she groaned when she felt his warm touch of his palm on her skin that wormed its way from her belly up to her breast, stopping at her nipples that are now erect at his stimulation.
She smiled, amazed at how big his hand was to cover two nipples at the same time. And she also knew what's coming for her because they only had a round last night after her short meltdown. Of course, the little prince who was fondling her breast was insatiable.
