Asher's Point Of View
I woke up to the sun hitting my face through the window with tingles and currents dancing across my chest as Cirilla nestled into my body in her sleep, her silken blonde hair sprayed over my chest.
I sighed in contentment, a slow smile displayed as I thought about last night. It was the best night of my life. I couldn't possibly begin to describe the ecstasy that drowned me while claiming her. It was the best feeling ever.
She was the epitome of beauty.
I couldn't help but admire the way the golden rays of the sun wandered appreciatively over her body as I ran the pad of my fingers on her smooth and delicate skin, watching her stir again in my arms. She looked so angelic in the sunlight and I leaned down to kiss her forehead.
“Princess, it's morning,” I murmured,
