Casmir had been drinking for three weeks straight, yet Louisa's beautiful image wouldn't leave his mind. Her hair had been haphazardly bound at the top of her hair with tendrils flying around her face and neck. She'd worn a cotton night gown with cartoonish characters on them; it'd hung a bit loosely from her shoulders as she'd lost a lot of weight in the past two months during her kidnap.
Her face was pure and angelic with no makeup, her skin seemed like it'd been recently polished. Her breasts…Casmir moaned deep in his throat and shut his eyes to really recall her image. Her breasts were definitely bigger than he recalled, they swelled proudly towards the neckline of her gown, jiggling each time she moved. Her stomach was still beautifully distended, yet to retract after the birth, telling a story of nature. She'd looked absolutely perfect with the baby in her arms and Casmir ached to round both of them in his arms.
