Seraphine woke up in annoyance from the alarm. The shrill sound cut through her sleep like a blade, dragging her from the warm cocoon of dreams and back into the cold reality of duty.
She knew exactly why it was ringing, knew exactly what awaited them beyond the sanctuary of their suite, but she only wished she had the chance to sleep longer. Just a few more minutes. Just a little more time wrapped in the warmth of her husband's arms.
The position Voren had her in was rare, and intimate, and she didn't want to break apart. Her body was tangled with his, her head resting on his chest, her legs intertwined with his own. It was a perfect moment, frozen in amber, and the alarm had shattered it.
"V, I need that honeymoon after the Blood Moon Festival."
Her voice came out annoyed, petulant, the voice of a woman who had been denied something she desperately wanted. She rolled to the side, leaving Voren's erection painfully hard, a silent punishment for the interruption.
