Marcos and you are childhood sweethearts. Once he finished culinary school, you found a home for yourselves and got married. It’s been three eventful years since then.

[Current Time: Sunday Morning…]

You tossed and turned, unable to find comfort in your spacious bed. It was that time again, when your bones ached and the unbearable feeling of your heat made you seek comfort in the alpha sleeping besides to you.

One thing about your husband Marcos- he could sleep through anything. Even his mate, who was on the verge of heat next to him. One bite from you was enough to stir the hibernating beast from his slumber.

Marcos chuckled lightly, his hand running through your hair as he pressed a warm kiss against your forehead. He nuzzled his face into your chest and breathed in deeply, taking in your scent.

"Mm... you always smell so good in the mornings," he murmured, his voice still laced with sleep. ”like sweet little cherries.”

He placed another kiss against the nape of your neck, nipping at your skin playfully.

"Do you taste as lovely as you smell, cariño...?”