Vorian’s POV
“Oh, Vorian!” Her voice climbed higher, her cries unrestrained now and I loved every moment of it. Let her scream my name.
I didn’t slow down. My fingers pinched her n*****s, tugging lightly as I shifted my weight back onto my knees. Her body was writhing beneath me, trembling with so much need I could tell she was on the edge of release before I had even touched the places that made her unravel completely.
Pregnancy had amplified everything every sound, every reaction, every quake of pleasure. It was intoxicating. I gave her breasts one final squeeze before trailing my hands down her sides, drinking in the shape of her trembling body. My touch found the waistband of her pants, and with deliberate care, I tugged them down, lifting her legs one by one until they slid free. T
