You're so bad

Xyrus woke up with a smile on his face. It was a smile of complete satisfaction and contentment. A beautiful woman was curled up next to him, her soft curves pressed against his much harder and hairier body. The bruises on her arms were evident in the bright light of the morning sun streaming through the white curtains. He hated to see the evidence of the attack she had endured. It was like a vice being squeezed around his heart.

She mumbled something in her sleep, rolling to her back, and nearly hitting him in the nose with the back of her hand. He turned his head, narrowly missing the accidental attack. She settled back into sleep, her face now resting against his bare chest.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. Her chin tilted up, her eyes opened and looked into his.

“Good morning,” he said, with a warm smile.

“It’s certainly starting off on the right foot,” she smiled in return.

“It definitely is. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine, truly I am.”

His fingertips rubbed up