Five Years Later
"Good morning, love," Sebastian murmured sleepily as he leaned in and kissed her lips.
Lilith groaned and pushed his face away halfheartedly, her voice muffled in the pillow. "Let me sleep a little longer…"
"Nooo," he whispered dramatically, wrapping his arms around her waist like a koala refusing to let go. "It's morning. My beautiful wife is glowing in this light, and I need my dose of you."
His nose brushed the side of her neck, and he began peppering her skin with soft, lazy kisses. The marks from last night were still there—evidence of his wild side, which hadn't dimmed even after marriage.
"She's coming today," he whispered.
"Argh," Lilith opened one eye. "So what?"
But the moment she felt his hands slipping under the blanket again, tracing the shape of her hip with maddening slowness, her voice rose. "Human dolllll!" she whined, kicking her feet under the sheets.
Last night, he had promised two rounds.
