The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the tangled sheets where she lay, still lost in the haze of last night's passion. In her slumber, she heard the slender noises of the dishes clinking in the kitchen, telling Aliyah that her husband was already up and about.

Stretching lazily, Aliyah felt the warmth of the sheets against their skin. Just then, her husband entered the room, carrying their breakfast in his hands. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he set the tray down on the bedside table, his gaze lingering on her with a hunger that sent a thrill down their spine.

"Good morning, my love," he murmured, his voice husky. "I hope you're hungry for more than just breakfast this morning."