When I was able to kick the underpants off my ankles, Smith crouched over my tensed abdomen and slid them over my hips. He opened wide, his gaze never leaving my trembling thighs or my wet, sensitive mound.
My stomach wasn't as flat as it used to be, but I didn't care. My heart warmed as I carried our unborn child inside of me, knowing that our ferocious passion had not gone to waste. Whether we were together or not, we would always be proud of the wonderful thing we had created.
I had to bite my lip and groan due to the intense way he was glaring at me. I inhaled his deep, rich aroma of sandalwood and let out a long, calming breath.
We were lust's hungry slaves, ready for anything to gratify our cravings, even stopping the violent fighting to fuck one other silly.
