[ELARA'S POV]
Three months pregnant and the nausea finally stopped.
Replaced by energy. And something else. Horniness. Pregnancy hormones hitting hard.
I wanted Damian constantly. All the time. Couldn't keep my hands off him.
"You're insatiable." He said one morning. I'd woken him up with my mouth on him. "Not complaining. But what happened to morning sickness?"
"Second trimester happened." I climbed on top of him. "Hormones. Energy. All of it."
"I love second trimester." He gripped my hips. "Have I mentioned that?"
"You might have mentioned it." I started moving. Slow. Taking my time. "With Isla. And Julian. And Alexander."
"Fourth time's still the charm." He thrust up. "God you're perfect like this. Pregnant. Taking what you need. Mine."
There it was. The possessiveness. The breeding kink that had gotten us four kids.
"Yours." I agreed. Riding him harder. "Pregnant with your baby. Again."
