Breakfast For The King and Queen

Breakfast For The King and Queen
Ivy’s POV

I don’t know when I drifted back to sleep, but when I opened my eyes again, pale morning light was spilling through the curtains. My body ached everywhere…thighs sore, lips swollen, neck marked, core still pulsing with aftershocks. I tried to move and winced at the deep, sweet soreness between my legs.

Then I felt him.

Still inside me.

Still hard.

Leo was behind me, just like before…one arm tight around my waist, chest warm and solid against my back. His breathing was slow. Calm. But his cock was buried inside me again, stretching me open even as I lay still.

I swallowed, heat blooming low in my stomach all over again. “Leo…”

His voice came against my shoulder, low and sleep-rough. “Good morning, baby.”

I shivered. The way he said it made me feel like his…more than any vow could.

He rocked into me once. Lazy but deep. I bit back a moan.

“You’re still so tight,” he murmured, sliding his hand down my stomach. “You’re sore, but you still want me.”

I did. God, I did. I pressed my hips back in answer.

He groaned. “You’re going to kill me.”

He grabbed my thigh and lifted it, opening me wider. I obeyed him without thinking…my body already tuned to his control. He thrust again…slow at first…deep strokes that made every nerve come alive. I felt everything, the heat of his skin, the roughness of his breath, the deep stretch of him filling me again.

“You feel that?” he whispered against my ear. “That’s what forever feels like.”

My heart twisted.

The bond throbbed.

My body melted.

I moaned. “Don’t stop.”

“I wasn’t planning to,” he growled.

He pushed in harder, setting a rhythm, lazy but possessive. That slow grind that said mine without a single word. He held my hip and pulled me back to meet his thrusts, making me take him deeper. My body was sensitive…every stroke dragged over nerves that were already raw…and pleasure built fast.

He slid his hand up my body and wrapped it around my throat…not squeezing, just holding…reminding me who I belonged to. His other hand slid down and found my clit, lazy circles perfectly synced with his thrusts.

I lost it. My back arched, my mouth fell open helplessly. Heat crashed over me.

He sped up, not rough, but deep, intentional…hitting that perfect angle over and over until I broke, crying out as I clenched around him. He groaned when he felt me cum, thrusting harder, chasing his own release. His grip on my hip tightened as he buried himself deep and spilled inside me again…hot and thick…claiming me all over.

He stayed inside me for a long moment, catching his breath.

Neither of us moved.

Then… he laughed.

Not mocking. Not arrogant. Warm.

I turned my head slightly. “What?”

He kissed my jaw. “We’re not leaving this bed today.”

I smiled, flushed and breathless. “Good. Because I don’t think I can walk.”

“That’s fine,” he said. “Who said I was done?”

My stomach flipped.

He rolled me fully onto my stomach…body limp under him…then traced his fingers down my spine in slow, dangerous promise.

“Turn your face toward me,” he murmured.

I did…and he kissed me…soft, slow, deep… before whispering against my lips,

“Round six. On your stomach. Face me. I want to watch your eyes this time.”

He slid back inside me…deeper than before.

My body trembled.

And I let him take me again.

My body was still humming from everything we did through the night and early morning. My face was buried in a pillow, my legs useless, my throat raw from moaning his name. I barely recovered from the last round when…

KNOCK. KNOCK.

I groaned. “No. Whoever that is doesn’t exist. Tell them to die.”

Leo chuckled against my back and kissed my shoulder. “Stay here.”

“Like I can move,” I muttered into the pillow.

He slipped out of bed and grabbed a pair of shorts…thank God, because I didn’t think the servants were ready for “Alpha King Completely Nude With Sex Hair and Bite Marks.” He opened the door just enough to speak through.

“Yes?” His voice had that cold, effortless command that reminded the world he was king…and also told everyone to choose their next words wisely.

“Breakfast for the King and Queen, Your Majesty,” a voice said nervously. Servants wheeled in trays…huge trays. Meat, fruits, toast, pastries, eggs, roasted potatoes, cheese platters, soups…literal mountains of food. Someone was either trying to impress us… or they suspected we wouldn’t be leaving this room anytime soon.

Good. They were right.

They entered with their heads bowed. I was still under the covers, watching silently. My body was marked everywhere. Thighs, hips, breasts, neck…bites, bruises, claw trails. I was sure I looked destroyed. Completely ruined. A satisfied ache burned between my legs, and I didn’t even bother hiding it.

Because I belonged to Leo now…and I had never felt stronger.

When the servants finally left and the door shut again, Leo locked it.

“Smart,” I said. “In case anyone else tries to survive knocking again.”

He came back to the bed, leaned over me and murmured, “Let them try.”

But before we could disappear under the sheets again…my stomach growled.

Loudly.

He froze.

I froze.

Then we burst into laughter. “After everything we just did, that’s what finally breaks you?”

“I’m starving!” I said. “Do you know how many calories I burned taking you like a demon all night?”

He smirked. “Trust me, I know exactly how hard I worked you.”

He pulled me up into a sitting position and kissed me before scooping me off the bed and carrying me into the bathroom. We both looked wrecked…hair wild, lips bruised, skin flushed. I laughed seeing myself in the mirror.

“I look like I barely survived a storm,” I said.

Leo pressed a kiss to my neck. “You did. My storm.”

He grabbed our toothbrushes, spread toothpaste for both of us and handed me mine. We brushed side by side like we’d been doing it all our lives. He kept watching me through the mirror, that damn intense look back in his eyes. Even doing something as normal as brushing teeth, he made it feel intimate. Like this was ours.

After that, he stood behind me and reached for a brush on the counter.

“Come here,” he said.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking care of my wife.”

I held his eyes in the mirror as he brushed my hair…slow, careful strokes from roots to ends. I didn’t think brushing could feel romantic…but damn, I melted. His movements were gentle. Almost too gentle for a man capable of breaking bones with his bare hands. Every stroke said…mine to keep. Mine to care for.

When we were done, we walked back to the table full of food and sat together…me on his lap, obviously. He refused to let me sit across from him like some formal lunch.

He fed me. Piece by piece. Bite by bite. Fruit. Pastry. Meat, until I was full. He made sure I ate, pausing only to kiss me between bites. His hand stayed on my thigh, stroking gently, teasing high enough to make me squeeze my legs together.

“You’re thinking about it again,” he smirked.

“No, I’m…” My breath hitched when his fingers slid higher. “Okay maybe I am.”

“You should eat more,” he said, voice darkening.

“Or what?”

“Or you won’t have the energy to handle me.”

“Ohhh,” I smirked, turning fully in his lap to face him, straddling him again. “Who said I’m the one who needs energy?”

His brow lifted.

I leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “Because this time… I’m in control.”

His grip tightened on my waist. A low growl rumbled in his chest. Not angry…turned on.

“And you’re going to lie back,” I whispered, slow and dangerous, “and take me.”

I pushed his chest and he let me. He leaned back on his elbows, eyes locked on me like he wanted to eat me alive.

“Now,” I smiled wickedly, sliding down to my knees, “let’s see how long you last when I’m the one running this.”

His jaw clenched.

His muscles flexed.

And I dragged my tongue slowly up his shaft before taking him into my mouth.

His head dropped back.

I had him.

And I wasn’t stopping.