บททั้งหมดของ His father’s obsession with me : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Elara’s POVTime flew so fast.Aurora was now one year and three months old. She had started walking, saying her first words, and filling our home with laughter and chaos. She looked so much like Damien — dark eyes, strong little personality, and a smile that could melt anyone’s heart.Today was a special day. We were celebrating her first birthday party at our new family villa just outside the city. It was a beautiful, peaceful place with a big garden where Aurora could run freely.I stood in front of the mirror in our bedroom, adjusting my soft blue dress. My belly was slightly rounded again. I had found out two weeks ago that I was pregnant with our second child. I hadn’t told Damien yet. I wanted to surprise him today.“You look beautiful,” Damien said, coming up behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck. “My gorgeous wife.”I smiled and leaned back against his chest. “Thank you. I’m so happy today.”He turned me around and kissed me deeply. His hands roame

Elara’s POVThe third trimester brought new challenges. My back ached, my ankles swelled, but Damien was there through every discomfort. Kael had become a more regular presence in our lives, now a doting uncle who brought gifts and played gently with the children. The old wounds had truly healed.One afternoon, while the kids napped, I found Damien in his home office reviewing contracts. I wore a simple maternity robe, barely tied.“Working too hard again?” I asked, closing the door behind me.He looked up and smiled that devastating smile. “Never too hard for you.”I walked over and perched on the edge of his desk. The robe slipped open, revealing my heavy breasts and rounded belly. His gaze darkened instantly.“Elara…”I reached down and palmed him through his pants, feeling him harden. “I need you. Right now.”He stood, sweeping papers aside, and lifted me onto the desk. He kissed me fiercely, hands cupping my breasts, thumbs teasing my sensitive nipples. Milk had started to come i

Six months later, I discovered I was pregnant again. Our fifth child. The news filled me with joy and a touch of nervousness—our family was growing fast, but Damien’s excitement erased all doubts.I told him during a quiet evening on the balcony. His reaction was immediate and emotional. He pulled me close, hand on my still-flat stomach, eyes shining.That same night, after the kids were asleep, he carried me to our bed like I was fragile treasure. He undressed me reverently, kissing every new sensitive spot.“You’re giving me another miracle,” he whispered, lips trailing down my body. He spent long minutes between my thighs, tongue and fingers working me until I shattered twice. Then he entered me missionary style, slow and deep, eyes never leaving mine.“Feel me, baby. Feel how much I love you.” His thrusts were measured, hitting every perfect angle. Pregnancy hormones already made everything more intense. I clung to him, nails digging into his back as another orgasm washed over me.

Season 2: New BeginningsChapter 1: Horizons of ChangeElara’s POVTime has a gentle yet relentless way of reshaping our lives, turning what once felt like a daring dream into a rich, layered reality. Twenty-three years had passed since that fateful, drunken night in the hotel room that changed everything. Twenty-three years of building a love that refused to stay forbidden, of raising five beautiful children, and of watching the wounds of the past heal into something stronger. Damien and I had created a life filled with laughter, challenges, successes, and an unbreakable bond that only deepened with every passing year. But even paradise can begin to feel familiar, and we both sensed it was time for a new chapter—not because anything was wrong, but because our family had outgrown the old spaces in more ways than one.The decision to move came during a quiet evening on the balcony of our old villa, the one where we had celebrated so many pregnancies, birthdays, and milestones. The city

The next day passed in a whirlwind of orientation activities, syllabus reviews, and getting lost twice on the way to the science building. Crestwood University felt even more alive than yesterday—like the entire campus had woken up with extra energy. Posters were everywhere for the big “Freshman Welcome Bash,” but apparently seniors were crashing it too, turning it into the first major party of the semester. By evening, the whole campus was buzzing with jubilation. People kept whispering about some guy named Smith like he was a celebrity. “Smith’s going to be there,” one girl squealed in the hallway. “He never shows up to these things!” I overheard it in the cafeteria, in the dorm common room, even from a group of guys tossing a frisbee outside. Whoever this Smith was, he had the entire school acting like he was royalty. I had no clue and honestly didn’t care. I was here for classes, new experiences, and keeping my head down in my lane.I asked Mia while we were getting ready in our s