The morning light spilled softly into the chamber, painting everything in a golden hue.
I stirred awake first, my body heavy but not weary, my lips instantly curled up as I looked down at the woman nestled against me.
Isabella was still curled against my chest, her legs tangled with mine, her arms clinging stubbornly around my waist like she never wanted to let go.
"Mmnnnhhh… Aestrea…" she mumbled, her voice groggy but spoiled, muffled against my skin. Her emerald eyes peeked open faintly, still hazy from sleep, her cheeks pink.
She rubbed her face into me, her lips brushing my chest.
"Mhm~… you brute. My body hurts all over… nghhh… I can't even move properly."
Her words were soft, whiny, and laced with a pout that only made me chuckle.
I ran a hand through her messy hair, pulling lightly the tangled strands.
"Hah… says the queen who kept begging for more."
Her head jerked up a little, her face flaring bright red.
"I-I did not!" she protested, almost stammering.
