|| ASHER's POV ||

My lips found her collar, leaving a trail of kisses aggressively. I believed that I would be leaving fresh marks behind it. But I didn't fucking care as long as I could have her as mine. It was a twisted feeling that had no control from my side.

She let out a moan, her hand finding my curls and tugging on them fiercely. I groaned into her neck satisfyingly. She smelt too sweet and I felt though she became more sweet after becoming pregnant. My hands pushed her gown down, planning to burn it off later on. Just when I was about to attack her breasts,...