Everything went wrong ever since I willingly gave myself to Helio.
Each day became a baby-making occasion and we would go over it until I was red and sore.
I haven't left my room for a week, much less visited the living room. My entire life revolves around the bedroom where I was left with a blanket over me right after we finished having sex.
When he returned, he would bear gifts like jewellery that I never got to wear and he kept calling the doctor to find out when would be the best period to conceive.
He wasn't going to take any chances.
Tonight being the eighth night together, the two of us lay naked and our bodies entangled together.
"Becca—" His waist sank as he called out my name in heat while inserting his hot rod into my stomach.
He kissed my lips, his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth.
He separates my legs with his, as he puts his arms around my waist, and pressed his body against mine.
