The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I stirred, half-expecting the familiar emptiness beside me, the cold space left by Marcus slipping out early. But to my surprise, he was there, his gaze intense and unwavering, as if he’d been watching me long before I’d woken.
“Marcus?” I murmured, still caught in the fog of sleep. He didn’t answer right away; instead, he leaned down, pressing his lips to mine in a kiss that stole my breath, gentle yet filled with an unexpected depth.
I could feel the tension melting away, a warmth growing between us as he held me close, his hands tender but possessive. I was caught off guard by the way he looked at me, with a rawness that spoke of emotions usually hidden beneath his kingly reserve. And when he mo
