You woke up alone with your bed wrapped around your bare legs and body. You rolled over with a heavy sigh as your hand stretched out blindly, searching for the warm body that was supposed to be sharing the silk-covered bed with you.
Your hand grazed over cooled sheets, meeting nothing but crisp, clear space and ruffled sheets.
"Chris?"
Your throat pulled as you mumbled his name; there was no response, not even a grunt or groan. You rolled to your back so that you could rub the heavy sleep away and finally force yourself out of bed.
The room was neat as usual; he cleaned up before vanishing into another room in the house. You lazily scanned the room to find the shirt he wore last night, lazily hanging over the sofa, waiting for you to slip it on.
Once you were wrapped in his scent, you slowly made your way down the passage and into the brightly lit kitchen, where a freshly made meal was waiting for you with a small note beside the plate of fresh waffles.
Eat up, Princess!
The smell of his bitter coffee filled your nose. He was here not so long ago, and the kitchen was spotless as if he was never there. Hungrily, you took one of the pieces and slipped it into your mouth before grabbing your orange juice and making your way to the only other place he would be.
With bare feet and a mouth full of a sweet breakfast, you lazily made your way to his study, where you could hear his thick accent as he chattered away to an unseen body. Using your hip, you could lazily push the door open and slip into his home office.
The room smelled of his coffee, which was sitting on his table untouched. He was wearing a pair of grey joggers that clung onto his hips for real life; he had slipped on one of his black shirts for his morning jog.
His eyes danced over you as you made your way to his leather seat. It was warm as you sunk into it making you sigh in relief. This was the warmth you were looking for this morning in your bed.
"Right, right, right."
He muttered into the phone, his eyes never once leaving you. As he continued with the call, you heard muffled whispers, leaving the phone pressed to his ear.
"Yes, get the shipment out as soon as possible, and pay whoever you need to, to get it done quietly without drawing any more attention to us."
He grumbled the order at the hidden voice and angrily hit his screen to end the call.
"Is everything alright?"
You found yourself looking up at an angry man who was now pinching the bridge of his nose and muttering under his breath.
"Yeah, it's nothing for you to worry about; did you eat more than just what's in your mouth?"
His voice was cold as he looked down at you, and his usually brown eyes were studying you as you chewed away the last bite of your waffle.
"I had a whole piece; I wanted to get my morning kiss before I finished off the rest."
You muttered under your breath as you cowered slightly from his visible rage.
"Y/N"
He growled, making your eyes shoot up to his face. He was angry from the call and needed a way to get the frustration out.
"Don't growl at me, mister. I will eat when I get my kiss."
You snapped at his tone, which made him smile. You watched as he slowly made his way around the table and to the side of the chair, his fingers dug into the leather seat, and slowly turned you to face him.
Christopher slowly leaned in to press his lips to yours; they were soft as all ways, and they tasted bitter from one sip of his coffee. You hummed into his tender touch. A whimper left your lips as he parted from you; his soft lips trailed up your cheekbone and stopped over your ear so that he could growl a feral whisper into your ear.
"I haven't eaten yet, so you will have to wait for your breakfast until I'm done with mine."
Your heart sat in your throat from his words as he slowly made his way down to his knees. Thick fingers grabbed at your knees and pulled them apart, making you squeal with fright.
"Say, say, please."
You stammer the words out as he starts to place light kisses on the inside of your knees. His anger was still pooling in his eyes as he looked up at you. Slowly, he moved in between your thighs before muttering his words.
"Please, may I eat my breakfast?"
The vibrations of his voice rocked through you, making your cheeks flush instantly. Without skipping a beat, you nodded.
"Good."
With that, he slipped his head between your thighs and began the tedious, slow, tantalising devouring of your wet lips.