CHLEO
When we woke up the following morning, my muscles ached as I stretched. Killian and I had s*x everywhere in our room; shower, bathtub, vanity, dresser, couch, bed, and at one point he had me on the balcony, bent over the railing that overlooked the gardens. My mate was insatiable and I loved it.
“Good morning, my gorgeous Queen,” he said as he wrapped me in his arms, pulled me to his chest, and kissed my forehead.
“Good morning, my sexy King,” I replied with a giggle and nuzzled into him. “I don’t want to move,” I said.
“Ah,” he replied, “neither do I, but we have responsibilities, my love.”
“No playing hooky for a royal,” I grumbled.
“Unfortunately, no,” he said,” but when we’re finally mated, we’ll take a month-long honeymoon.”
“That sounds wonderful,” I said. The sound of m
