Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates

Helanie:

"Good morning," I felt wet kisses all over my cheeks, and my giggles escaped before I could even open my eyes.

"Aren’t you up a little too early today?" I asked my husband, who was watching my face with so much love.

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"I go to sleep thinking about you and wake up thinking about you, my wife," he said, planting a soft kiss on my lips. It stirred a familiar desire in me, making my sleepy body start to wake up in ways I knew too well. He lifted the blanket and stared at my breasts, barely covered by a thin satin top.

"And they’re awake too," he teased, lowering his head to kiss my nipples over the fabric.

"You’re always horny," I pushed him gently and sat up in bed.

"Always for you," he smiled from where he lay. "Come on. We’ve got time to spare. Why can’t we be late for just two hours?" he complained. As if two hours would ever be enough for him—once he started, he never stopped, even after twelve.

"That’s because if the president finds out we’re late again, he’ll fire us. And you know prices to everything are skyrocketing—we haven’t even bought groceries this week," I sighed, and just like that, his mood shifted.

"I know I’m not able to give you everything. You deserve someone who can give you whatever you want. And here I am... just a worker at the mines," he stared at his hands, and my heart ached for him.