I couldn’t help but moan softly as his hands moved lower, tracing the curve of my stomach, my hips.
“You’re beautiful, Ayra,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Every inch of you. You look even prettier with my baby inside of you."
His words sent a surge of warmth through me, making my heart flutter in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. I’d never heard him speak like this before, with such tenderness and reverence. It made me wonder if there was more to him than the cruel, domineering Alpha I’d come to know. But even as I questioned it, I found myself wanting to believe that this side of him was real—that perhaps, beneath his harsh exterior, there was something more, something softer.
His hands continued their slow exploration, moving down to my thighs, his fing
