Morning

One of the sweet simple pleasures creatures of earth are granted so repetitively. It was such an under-appreciated gift that was rarely recognize as such because people get up everyday and go about their businesses, without so much as thinking about it.

Kiara does the same this morning. She wakes up the morning after her birthday, her hand instinctively reaching over to Marquése's spot on the bed, only to find it empty.

Her head rises from the comfort of her pillow to inspect the cold space, wondering just where her mate had gone.
The events of last night come rushing back to her and that's when she realizes exactly why her mate had chosen to leave their bed so early.

He was upset

She had made a mistake, doubting him, and he had taken great offense to it as any normal person would. The realization of that event comes paired with its own set of guilt and the queen sighs in defeat.

She refreshens up before heading downstairs in search of her mate, passes many of her pack members on the way. Most of them only stare, giving her weird looks but she ignores them.

"Hey Grant, Good Morning."

"Good morning my queen."

"Have you seen Marquése anywhere?"

The guard looked rather squeamish in that moment and Kiara tilts her head wondering why.

"Is there something you'd like to tell me?"

"Um, no Luna. The king is in the field... playing."

"Playing?"

"Yes."

"Ok, thank you."

Kiara says walking away; now she was definitely suspicious.

Why on earth would Marquése be playing in the-

She cuts off her own thoughts, stopping abruptly at the sight before her.
There was her mate with the biggest smile she had ever seen plastered on his face. He was holding a little girl in his arms, twirling her joy-filled body around.

Everyone stood, watching in awe as he brought joy to the little girl; the boys now jumping on his back.

The feeling that consumed Kiara in that moment was unexplainable, she was happy and sad at the same time.

Kiara walks closer to the scene, watching them and suddenly Marquése stops when his eyes connect with hers. He stoops down to whisper into he little girl's ear, as well as the boys and they all run off, still playing.

He stands up and for a minute she thinks he's going to walk away but instead he walks in her direction.

"Good morning." He greets

"It is. Look, um can we talk?"

"Yes."

The couple walks away, trying to find a good place to talk and Kiara notices that everyone was still giving her the weird looks.

"Do you mind if we go to our room?"

"Sure why not."

"Ok do I have something on my face?"

"What? No. Why would you think that?"

"Because everyone keeps staring at me and it's getting kinda weird."

"Oh that."

"What? What do you know?"

"Look it's not a big deal, I just think that they think it's weird that it was your birthday and you didn't even show up to cut the cake."

"You got me a cake?"

"It doesn't matter now, you went to bed right? So that's what I told them."

"It does matter-"

"Is this what you wanted to talk about? The fact that everyone was looking at you?"

"No. Look, I'm sorry ok? I was insensitive last night and I overreacted. I should've never said those things to you and I'm sorry."

He could only sigh,

"Marquése please just say something."

His face was still turned away from her, not looking her in the eye and it worried her. It worried her so much that Kiara reaches her hand up to his face, caressing his jaw with her finger before turning it to look at her.

"What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know."

"Forgive me please. I'm not use to waking up and you're not there."

His eyes connect with hers and he raises his hand to cover her smaller one.

"I should've never accused you of doing something with that girl-"

"I accept your apology."

She had gotten the win but somehow she couldn't just leave well enough alone, so instead she continued speaking.

"And I know it shouldn't, but it broke my heart to see you playing with those children."

The tears form in her eyes and Marquése knows exactly what she was referring to.

"I'm sorry."

"No you shouldn't be sorry, they make you happy and I want that for you. I want to give you that-" her words cut off.

Marquése holds her head, kissing it softly and she shuts her eyes. His warm lips create a soft caress on her skin, one that it had been missing for so long.

He kisses her again, closing his eyes as well to bask in their cocoon of emotion.
His lips descend to kiss her forehead again but this time it lands on something much softer.

Marquése opens his eyes to see her lips against his, her eyes still closed but she was well aware of what was happening.

"Kiara-"

"Shhh, please just kiss me."

She holds his neck, pulling him towards her lips again but this time he doesn't resist. Marquése gives in to the affection she was giving him, bending down to kiss her lips.

He was elated that she was letting him back in and she was tired of being cold, of being sad and of not being with the man she loved. So with that one thought on her mind she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer.

Marquése bends down, grabbing under her thighs and in one move lifting her to wrap them around him.
With her secure in his arms he ventures back, stumbling in the direction of their bed.

As soon as the back of his legs touches the bed, Marquése sits down, moving his lips from hers to her neck. He attacks the mark he put there with an onslaught of kisses causing Kiara to moan out, completely weak to it.

They caress each other's body in every way possible not being able to take their hands off each other.

Kiara gets in a breath of fresh air, holding his head in place to stop him.

"Wait." He stops

"What is it?"

"Take your clothes off."

Five minutes later and they were again on the bed, only now they were both naked and Marquése was hovering between her legs.
She looks up at him and he does the same, staring intensely back at her.
She pulls his head down, kissing his lips again and he reacts a little before pulling away.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes."

"I-I don't want you to do this just because you think I want to, I don't want to pressure you-"

"You are not pressuring me, I want to do this. I'm tired of hurting like that, of shutting you out, I just want to feel good with you and be happy."

A small smile cracks on her face and he returns it, going in to kiss her.
His lips never leave hers as his fingers venture lower, finding their paradise between her legs.

The sensation of his fingers causes Kiara to take in a deep breath, forgetting how good it feels every time he pleasures her.

Imagine how good it's going to feel when I'm inside.

The thought came in through her mind and a moan escapes her lips. That was probably the hottest thing he has said to her via mind-link.

He hears her thoughts again, pushing the limits a little further and Kiara arches her back.

"Kiara."

"Yes."

He wasn't asking a question but yet she answered.

She was out of breath and this wasn't even the good part.

Marquése has his way with her, working his fingers' magic. Her breaths become more labored and her more wetter by the second. He feels the moment she tightens around him, knowing that she was on the verge and stops.

"What the heck?"

The sinister look he produced was unmatched,
"Why did you-"

"Beg"

"Pleas-"

A slap was administered to her lower lips causing her own moan to cut her off.

Marquése repositions himself, propping her legs up before wrapping them around him. 
He bends his head to her level, kissing her softly before letting out a harsh breath and whispering to her,

"I love you."

The only thing that could be heard between them after that was her moans and his groans.
He filled every crack and insecurity of hers slowly, deliciously, creating a feeling they had both missed.

"I've missed you so much."

He stays at a steady pace, not in any kind of hurry but only in the business of making love to her.

His kisses pepper her upper body, as slow and sweet as his movements below.

"Ugh..."

They take their time getting to know each other again, re-exploring each and every part of their  souls.

Her nails claw his back in an upward motion, going up and around his neck where she touches his mark.

That was the last thing it took.

Marquése delivers on his powerful promises, causing her to wrap her legs tightly around him. He kisses her mark on her neck and in perfect sync their bodies released, both of them coming together as one.

"I love you too."

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