Chapter 309: The New Morning Routine (1) Wake Up and Kiss
Lyan woke to the soft light filtering through the grand windows of his bedchamber, the warmth of the morning sun kissing his skin. He turned his head slightly, a gentle smile tugging at his lips as he took in the sight of the women around him. Each of them lay sprawled across the expansive bed, their forms tangled in the sheets, a picture of blissful contentment. It was a morning ritual he had come to cherish—a ritual that always began with a kiss.
Next to him, Belle stirred, her long wavy pink hair cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled up at him, her expression soft and inviting. "Good morning, Lyan," she murmured, her voice still husky with sleep.
Lyan leaned down, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. Belle responded eagerly, her fingers threading through his hair as she deepened the kiss, their lips moving together in a slow, sensual dance. The sound of their soft moans filled the room, the kiss lingering as the passion between them built.
As they pulled away, Belle’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling with desire. "You always know how to start the day right," she whispered, her voice breathless.
Lyan chuckled softly, moving to the next woman in the bed. Alina lay beside Belle, her long black hair spread out like a dark halo. She opened her eyes, her lips curving into a teasing smile. "Don’t forget me," she purred, her voice playful.
He leaned over, kissing her deeply, his hand cupping her cheek. Alina’s arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as their tongues danced together. The kiss was hungry, filled with a fiery passion that made his heart race. Alina’s fingers traced patterns on his skin, sending shivers down his spine.
"Always," Lyan whispered against her lips as they broke the kiss, leaving them both breathless.
Next was Xena, her short, dark orangish-brown hair tousled and wild. She grinned up at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "You know, if you keep this up, we’ll never get out of bed," she teased, her voice laced with laughter.
Lyan smirked, leaning down to kiss her. Xena’s hands roamed over his back, pulling him closer as she kissed him with a fierce intensity. The sound of their lips meeting was a sweet melody, their breaths mingling in the space between them. Xena nipped at his lower lip playfully, eliciting a low groan from him.