Liam's hips faltered, a pulse of pleasure stalling his thrusts for a split second before his body surged up with animal force. His hands gripped Midnight's waist, hauling her down on top of him, burying himself so deep she gave a strangled gasp. Every part of him strained to stay present, to keep gentle, but the thought, Midnight's body trembling, her belly swollen with his child, unlocked a hunger he'd never let himself feel. His cock throbbed, ready to spill, and Midnight's claws dug into his shoulders, her head thrown back in wild abandon.
"Take it," he growled, barely recognising his own voice. "Take all of it."
She bucked desperately, feet kicking at the tent floor, her moans rising as if she needed the world to hear. "Yes, Master, fill Midnight, haaah- please, breed her, make her yours, make-"
