He thrust upward one more time, hard enough to make her entire body shudder, before continuing his assault on her breasts. "You want to get pregnant by me?"
"You want to carry my seed? Then you need to prove you're more than just some desperate, leaking slut."
Aveline's breath hitched. "Prove it...? How...? Mike, please tell me!!"
Mike let out a cold, mocking chuckle. "In this entire nation, there is only one woman who has the divinity to truly bear a child of my bloodline."
"Only one who could handle the power I carry." He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "In Erosyne... one named Petricia, and she is the only one worthy."
"Everyone else is just... practice."
The words hit Aveline harder than any physical blow. A surge of primal jealousy and competitive fury ignited in her chest, overriding her exhaustion and the pain in her breasts.
She didn't want to practice. She refused to be second best.
