The scent of sizzling bacon and buttered toast wafted into the bedroom, rousing Alicia from her slumber in the king-sized bed. She opened her bleary eyes, inhaling deeply the tantalizing aroma, and then stretched with a deep sense of relief. It was the most comfortable sleep she had had since her marriage.
However, the next moment, memories of the last night flooded her mind, as she noticed the naked form beneath the silky duvet. She sat up and let out a heavy sigh, looking at the hickeys made by her mate. Once again, she had succumbed to Damian's advances, giving in to the fear and their mate bond.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Damian greeted her with a smile as he leaned against the bedroom door frame.
Upon seeing Damian's grin, Alicia buried her face in her palms, as if facing an impending disaster.
"How are you feeling? Is your throat still bothering you?" Damian asked, his voice laced with concern, as he walked over to the bed and took a seat.
"I'm probably well," Alicia spoke in a
