Danika woke to a tug on her brèast, a hand caressing her body, and a body moving against hers. As her eyes slowly fluttered open, she stared at the King who's mouth was on her breast, his hand caressing her sides.

"Good morning, My King." She whispered, her eyes reaching automatically for the hourglass on the table at the far end of the room. It's almost dawn.

"Mmh." He groaned, his eyes closed in what clan almost be interpreted as bliss. His hand trailed from her ...