Mhalee's POV
I often found myself breathless, lost in the memory of our nights together—nights filled with a kind of intimacy I could never forget. My husband had a way of making me feel cherished, desired, and completely his, as if every touch carried meaning beyond words.
Even now, with a child growing inside me, that connection hadn’t faded. We had to be gentler, more careful—but the tenderness only made it more special. Every moment was unhurried, filled with warmth and affection, and somehow, it still carried me to that same overwhelming sense of bliss.
He knew me so well—how to hold me, how to make me feel safe and loved. And because of that, even in the quietest, softest moments, I still found myself swept away.
I've climaxed several times, and I'm filled with his essence. But w
