My Taboo Harem!

Morning arrived quietly, as though even the sun understood it had no right to enter the room loudly.

Soft gold pressed against the tall glass walls of the bedroom, spilling across the floor in warm lines, touching the scattered sheets, the rumpled pillows, the edge of Melissa’s hair, and the bare curve of Phei’s shoulder where the blanket had slipped during the night. The world outside Infinity Chaos Hotel had already begun its usual performance of wealth, danger, gossip, servants, politics, and people pretending they had slept well after hearing too many secrets.

Inside the bedroom, none of that mattered yet.

The air itself shimmered with lingering forbidden intimacy— heavy with the memory of shared gasps, sweat-slick skin, and the kind of pleasure that left marks on the soul long after the body had quieted.

A low, sensual haze clung to every breath, the faint scent of their night still hanging like forbidden incense.

Yet within that intimate quiet, a deeper, more insistent current of energy moved beneath the haze — a subtle, shimmering tension that made the very light feel warmer, the silence heavier with unspoken want.

It was the kind of charged stillness that lingered after bodies had surrendered completely, leaving behind a slow-burning hunger that refused to sleep even when its owners did.

Phei woke slowly, not because he lacked sleep anymore, but because there was something rare and dangerous about peace when it found him. It did not come often, and when it did, it deserved a little respect.

Or at least a few more minutes of shameless possession before fate remembered his address.

Melissa was beside him.

No, not beside him. Wrapped in him.

Her back rested against his chest, his arm curved around her waist, his hand resting protectively over her stomach beneath the warmth of the sheets. Her breathing was slow and even, the soft rhythm of a woman finally allowed to sleep after carrying too much grace for too many people.

Her dark hair spilled over the pillow and partly across his arm, fragrant from the night before, a little tangled, very beautiful, and entirely too tempting for a man who had already spent the night losing battles against tenderness.

Phei lowered his face and kissed her shoulder.

The taste of her skin lingered on his tongue — warm, faintly sweet, still carrying the faint trace of their shared sin from the night before.

His cock stirred against the curve of her ass, heavy and insistent, already half-hard from the simple press of her body against him, the sinful memory of how perfectly she had taken him still burning in every nerve.

The simple contact sent another slow pulse of hunger through him, a fresh thrum of passion energy that made the air between their bodies feel thicker, more alive. Morning light touched her bare shoulder like a caress, and for a moment Phei simply breathed her in, letting the quiet storm of desire settle deeper into his bones.

Melissa stirred.

He kissed the side of her neck next, slow enough for the affection to wake her before his voice did. Her lashes fluttered, her body shifting faintly against his, and a sleepy sound left her throat, low and warm, brushing through him with embarrassing ease.

"Phei," she murmured.

He smiled against her skin. "Good morning."

"That was not a good morning." Her voice was soft with sleep, but amusement had already found her. "That was an ambush."

"I missed you."

"You were holding me."

"I missed you while holding you."

Melissa’s laugh came out quiet and breathy, still caught halfway between sleep and pleasure. She turned carefully in his arms until she faced him, the blanket slipping enough for morning light to touch the glow on her face.

She looked tired, satisfied, and loved, with warmth in her eyes and a softness around her mouth that made Phei want to kiss her before she could say anything sensible.

So he did.

The kiss deepened almost immediately, slow and hungry, tongues sliding together in a wet, sensual glide that carried the memory of every filthy thing they had done the night before. Melissa sighed into his mouth, one hand rising lazily to his cheek while the other slid down his chest, fingers tracing the hard lines of muscle before wrapping around his now fully hard cock.

She stroked him in slow, deliberate pulls, her thumb brushing over the leaking head, spreading his precum down his thick length while they kissed.

Phei groaned softly into his mouth, hips pushing forward into her hand.

"You look too pleased with yourself," she whispered against his lips, still stroking him with that perfect, unhurried rhythm.

"I woke up with you."

"That does explain it."

"It explains many things."

"Does it explain why you keep kissing me like you are trying to convince the morning to leave?"

"The morning can wait."

"The morning has duties."

"So do I."

Melissa’s brow lifted. "And what duty is that, my love?"

Phei kissed her again, deeper this time, and her answer dissolved into a soft sigh. When he finally drew back, his forehead rested against hers, both of them smiling like fools who had no interest in being cured.

"To spoil you, my Queen!" he said.

Melissa’s eyes warmed.

’Queen, huh? Now that sounds good than I gave it a thought! Does he mean it literally?’ Melissa had never actually considered herself as his Queen in title although most of his women more or less considered her as one.

Well, she knew others who wanted the same title but never really cared, but hearing him say it felt rather good.

’No wonder people convert power daily.’

Then, because she was Melissa and mercy was apparently something she practiced only when it amused her, she touched his chest and gave him a look full of gentle accusation.

"You disappeared from your own chaos yesterday and left me to manage princesses, mothers, guards, gossip, gifts, guests, and at least three women who looked ready to faint because you smiled in their direction."

"I smiled responsibly."

"No, you did not."

"I smiled with restraint."

"You smiled like Phei."

He considered that.

"Fair."

Melissa laughed and pushed lightly against his chest, but he caught her hand and kissed her knuckles before she could move too far. Her laughter softened at once, melting into a look so full of affection that his heart did something foolish and warm inside him.

The room was quiet around them. The sheets held the warmth of their bodies. The morning light rested over them gently, turning the edges of Melissa’s hair bronze, kissing the curve of her cheek, touching the little smile she tried and failed to hide.

Phei brushed his thumb along her jaw.

"You are beautiful in the morning, my Queen."

Melissa smiled. "Only in the morning?"

"That’s a... dangerous question."

"Answer it anyway."

"You are beautiful always. Morning simply makes the crime easier to see."

Her eyes narrowed with playful suspicion. "The crime?"

"Being this lovely and expecting me to function."