ZINA
"Having a daughter that looks just like you won't be too bad." Daemon suddenly said, breaking the comfortable silence that stayed between the both of them.
It was the next day after their wedding. And the night before had breezed by in a blur of nothingness where the world around her dissolved only into the singular image of Daemon and pleasures he was capable of bringing her that catapulted her so high she was so scared of her eventual fall.
She thought he had been joking. That surely, no matter how much stamina he boasted, he would eventually would be worn down.
But whrn night came, together with her year, it was as though he was recharged and all ready for her all over again.
So he kept his promise. He made sure that she felt the weight of his yearning that had been bottled up for a long time.
And now, she was cuddled against him, listening to the steady sound of his heartbeat that was now music to her soul.
