Chapter 1441: Morning Beneath Genesis Light (r-18?)

Golden dawn poured through the towering penthouse windows and spread across the bedroom in long rivers of amber, touching silk sheets, discarded clothing and the quiet tangle of two bodies still refusing to surrender completely to morning. After the night that had remade so much of Hell’s Paradise Island, sunlight seemed particularly fond of Phei.

It gathered along his bare shoulders and chest, lingered upon the hard lines of his abdomen and caught upon the faint luminous markings sleeping beneath his skin until his entire body carried a subdued celestial glow. He looked less like someone merely resting beneath the sun and more like something light in itself called its own, the unmistakable trace of Genesis Angel still clung to him even in sleep.

Naked, he was a study in carved gold and living marble: shoulders broad enough to eclipse the morning, the long planes of his chest and abdomen drawn in clean, terrible lines, every muscle quiet and heavy with power.

The light licked along the faint, radiant script under his skin, as if heaven itself had signed him and then forgotten to hide the signature.

Melissa remained curled against him with her back pressed comfortably to his chest, one of Phei’s arms wrapped around her waist while their other hands rested together over the gentle curve of her belly. Their fingers remained intertwined directly above the life growing between them, his larger hand almost completely covering hers. There was something so naturally intimate about the position that neither had bothered moving even after waking.

Their warm bare skin rested against warm bare skin beneath the sheets, and Melissa fit against him with the easy familiarity— she had long since stopped wondering where she belonged in his embrace whenever Phei was near.

She was all soft devastation against his hardness—the long slope of her spine, the ripe hot curves of her hips— the hottest in this moment— to the round sumptuous bigness of her breasts— they rose and fell with every slow breath, her nipples were already tightened to tender pink peaks in the cool air while her skin drank the amber light until she looked poured from honey and cream, the gentle curve of her belly a quiet promise beneath his palm— Melissa parted her on purpose just enough that the warm scent of her pussy reached him in a rather soothing, addictive and sweet scent.

Phei shifted instantly at the tease; his face disappeared against the nape of her neck while a slow breath warmed her skin, followed by one soft kiss and then another. He traced the line beneath her ear, lingered along her jaw and continued downward with lazy patience.

"Mhmm~"

A low, blissful hum vibrated in Melissa’s chest accompanied by small sighs of pleasure as his free hand slid down her body. His touch was slow and deliberate, squeezing her soft ass gently before his hand traveled up her ribs to cup her full breasts. He filled his palm with her, thumb dragging slow circles over the aching peak, feeling the weight of boobs and their supples firmness between his fingers— soft, warm, impossibly sensitive, the same breast Phei could worship until the sun burned out and still not be finished.

’I wonder, how can they only grow firmer passing each day.’

"Good morning, my love," he murmured against her throat.

He turned her slightly and brought his mouth to hers, deepening the kiss until her breath caught in her throat. His tongue parted her lips, tasting her deeply as his fingers traced down her spine, pulling her hips flush against his own warming skin. Every point of contact with his hand radiated pleasure in her while celestial-like power hummed beneath his pulse, wrapping her in a suffocating sense of worship together with his Goddess Fall Touch. His cock rested heavy and getting hot against the cleft of her ass, thick and already stirring in alertness for the upcoming promises of her cave— a quiet, shameless reminder of how thoroughly he intended to ruin her morning in the best way imaginable.

As he pulled away, his lips trailed down her neck, moving past her collarbone to take one of her pink nipples into his mouth. He sucked gently, flicking it with his tongue while his hand kneaded her other breast, rolling her sensitive peak between his fingers and coaxing a helpless, shuddering moan of pleasure from her lips.

He drew the whole tender bud between his lips and gave it all his attention and devotion— slow pulls, wet flicks, the flat of his tongue dragging over the stiffened tip until it shone. Her breast and nipple filled his mouth, the other was crushed gently in his palm, second nipple was pinched and rolled until her back bowed and a broken little sound spilled out of her.

"One would think so—" Melissa gasped softly replying to the earlier greetings, her fingers tangled in his hair as she instinctively pushed his head deeper into her breasts. A light, breathless chuckle escaped her as he nipped at her skin before she added: "though if my husband hadn’t woken me so early, a few more hours of sleep would’ve definitely made it a good morning."

Phei chuckled against her chest, the low sound vibrating through her core. "I know you better than that," he whispered, his voice dark and dripping with affection. "Sleep can wait. This body cannot. Look at you— naked and so graceful in sun— your tits are already begging me, Mels, and you’re the one who teased me with that pretty cunt that’s already wet before I’ve even tasted it. A few more hours? Cruel, wife. Cruel to both of us."

He slowed the pace, choosing to kiss and bath every inch of her frame in showers of his kisses.

His lips wandered across her chest, mapping the gentle dip of her ribs before descending toward her abdomen. With reverent gentleness, he pressed his mouth to her stomach, kissing the smooth skin over their child, lingering there until she let out another breathless, trembling sigh. He kissed the soft under-curve of each breast again, then lower, open-mouthed and devout, tracing the line where her ribs gave way to the warm, living small swell of her belly.

His hands shaped her as he went—palms sliding over the generous flare of her hips, thumbs stroking the silk of her inner thighs, spreading her like an offering laid on silk. His warm hands slid down the outside of her thighs parting them wider as his thumbs caressed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

He shifted his weight, kneeling between her thighs on the soft mattress, his divine silhouette framed by the brilliant morning light filtering through the penthouse glass. The sun caught the intricate, radiant faint lines beneath his skin, casting an ethereal glow across her resting body.

"Phei~"

Between her spread thighs, Melissa was wet and glistening— the soft outer lips parted just enough to show the flushed, wer pink within, her clit already erect and peeking, a thin thread of her love juice caught the light. She was spotless, aching, and entirely his for these next moments.

He leaned down, placing a warm, lingering kiss right above her spotless pussy.

"You love it when I do this—" he murmured, looking up at her with dark, playful eyes, his breath was hot against her sensitive center. "Every fold. Every drop. I could live between these thighs and still die hungry."

Without waiting for a response, Phei leaned down and brought his mouth directly against her wet, sensitive pussy. He parted her folds with his fingers and used his tongue to lap at her wetness, flicking and teasing her sensitive clitoris with long, deliberate licks. He took his time, swirling his tongue over her pulse point before dipping lower to taste her fully, his hands gripping her soft ass cheeks tightly to hold her in place against his mouth.

He then opened her with two fingers and drank. Slow, flat strokes from the dripping cave up to the aching bud, then tighter circles, then the tip of his tongue flicking until her clit jumped under him.

He sealed his mouth over her and sucked, gentle and relentless, tongue pushing inside to curl and gather the sweet, slick flood of her, nose buried in the soft thatch above while his hands hauled her ass higher, spreading her wider, offering every trembling inch of her cunt to his mouth.

Wet sounds filled the amber quiet.

Melissa’s back arched instantly off the bed, her toes curling into the silk sheets as a loud, helpless moan echoed through the room. The contrast between his absolute, righteous and sacred angelic power and his fierce, unhurried devotion sent wave after wave of heat rushing through her veins. Her breasts shook with every shudder, nipples still wet from his mouth, belly tight, thighs clamping around his golden head as if she meant to keep him there until the city woke and found them still ruined.

"Yes—" she gasped out, her hands gripping his hair, her knuckles turning white as she held him close against her. "Yes! I love it when my husband wakes me up like this—"