A soft whimper escaped her lips as he squeezed the heavy mound, her sensitized flesh responding immediately to his touch.
But then his hand continued its descent, sliding down her trembling abdomen until it came to rest on a small but unmistakable bump.
"I want to be with you before your belly gets too big to have space for me, my wife," he said with casual possessiveness that made her breath catch.
"What?" The word escaped her lips as barely a whisper as her own hands moved to her stomach, feeling the slight roundness that hadn't been there before.
Her enhanced senses, focused inward, detected something that made her world tilt on its axis.
"How is this possible?" she gasped, her pupils trembling as the impossible became reality.
Six months.
The child growing in her womb was already six months developed, as if their coupling had accelerated time itself or unlocked some hidden potential in her ancient bloodline.
