–Livana–
My body was sore all over—but it was the kind of sore that felt like bliss. A satisfying ache. My lower half still throbbed with the memory of my husband. I turned toward him and straddled his waist. He moaned, arms instinctively wrapping around me. But then I remembered—I needed to feed my baby.
I tapped him, signaling him to let me go, but he didn't.
"I need to feed Sky."
"No." He rolled us over, pinning me beneath him, his lips crashing into mine. "I stocked milk in the fridge." His voice was low, possessive.
I closed my eyes and let him devour me. Yes, I needed him—my husband. My king.
"Good morning," I murmured against his lips.
"Good morning, my love." He showered my cheeks and forehead with kisses before his mouth descended to my breasts, sucking the milk meant for our son. A soft giggle escaped me. Then he trailed lower, settling between my legs like he always does before we turn into rabbits in heat again.
