HIS WORST DISTRACTION ✓

• To the moon and back •

Leonardo's POV.

I feel like I'm loosing my mind.

How is it possible to be this happy and how have I survived without it?

It is stronger than any drug I've ever taken or any achievement I have ever made.

Waking up to the woman of your dreams. The mother of your children. Your wife.

I love her more than life.

I woke early so I could watch her sleep as she curls naked on my chest.

I lost count of the number of rounds we went since we took advantage of the soundproof walls and Soledad and Xavier being in a room far enough from here.

I look at the claw like marks on my chest and I bet I have more on my back.

She might be an angel but in bed, she's a freak in the sheets, a she demon if I'm honest.

My minds keeps going back to the moment we stepped in the hotel room and it's crazy how I didn't rip off her wedding dress. How rough and passionate she was and how I responded with same kind of energy.

How she bit my earlobe as whispered in my ear, " Excited to fuck your wife?"

I feel myself get aroused by just the thought of last night and how little we slept. If she has never been soar before then this time she won't even be able to use her legs. I shake the thoughts out of my head and try to think of something else. Something that was not sex.

She needs to rest, at least for now.

She looks like an angel when she sleeps. Her messy hair lying everywhere on the pillow looking like a bright fire yet so beautiful and alluring. Her hair has grown pretty long for the couple of months and I love it.

Her back is on full display and the yearning to fuck her intensifies and before I actually do want my body is asking me, I reprimand myself. I can't wake her up just so she could satisfy my needs.

I lift her off me slowly and hesitantly as a soft snore leaves her mouth as she groans a little bit then goes back to sleep.

I'm gonna record that next time.

After walking on eggshells trying not to wake her and actually accomplishing it, I head to the kitchen with a one track mind of making breakfast for my queen.

The first thing that came to my mind was some pancakes. The first meal I ever cooked for her, and perhaps some apple juice, a cup of tea for her and a cup of coffee for me and some strawberries or grapes. Some fresh toasts will not be bad if I actually get enough time

I prepare everything as quickly as I could and made sure it was all perfect. Adding everything to the food tray including a red rose I stole from the hallway, I bet they wouldn't mind, I make a beeline to our room only to find her asleep just as I left her.

I couldn't help but feel proud of my... capabilities if you know what I mean.

I place the tray on the desk and I sit on the bed and watch her sleep as the creepy husband I am.

I lean down and plant soft tiny kisses on her face moving from her cheeks, her forehead, her nose and hair then finally her lips where I eventually felt her smile.

"Now that's the way to wake up your wife, my dear husband." She smiles as she wrapped her hands around me and dragging me down to her and I end up being on top of her.

"I'm glad you're happy of my methods my sweet dear wife." I smile back and after a second or two we both explode with laughter.

"Now can I kiss my wife before I feed her then fuck her then do the whole on cycle again and again and again?" I smirk when her face turns red as she covers her mouth.