Day thirty felt like the house had reached a tipping point. The drizzle had turned into a steady rain, drumming on the roof and turning the porch into a wet, reflective space that mirrored the uncertainty hanging in the air. Amina had texted the night before: “Dinner tonight. Same time. I need to talk more about the baby question. Porch if it’s not pouring too hard.”Elias had barely slept. I woke to find him already watching me, his arm locked tightly around my waist, his body curled possessively against mine. His hazel eyes carried the shadow of the conversations that kept getting deeper, but the moment I stirred, his hand slid between my thighs, fingers stroking through the slick remnants he had left inside me.“I need you,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Before tonight. Before she asks whatever she’s carrying about a baby.”He rolled me onto my back and pushed inside me in one deep thrust, both of us groaning at the stretch. He fucked me slowly at first, then with growing urge
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