The next morning, I woke up and a blissful smile spread across my face as I saw him, he is sleeping like a baby burying his face in my chest. I ruffled his silky black hair and he bit my nipple over the fabric of the top, I moaned slightly in response. So he is awake.

He looked at me, smirking after raising his head from my chest. “Good Morning, Princess.” He kissed my lips chastely, squeezing my twins. Every morning I want to wake with his kiss filled with only and only ...