The master quarters were bathed in the soft, dim glow of the night cycle lights, the only sound the distant, muffled hum of the ocean pressing against the reinforced domes far above. Mia lay on the wide bed, her silk robe pooled around her waist, the cool air brushing against her heated skin. Her belly was heavy with the twenty-fourth child, the curve full and round, skin stretched taut and sensitive. She arched slightly as Damien’s large, calloused hands roamed over her, his touch both reverent and hungry.“God, look at you,” Damien growled, his voice low and rough, eyes dark with lust as he knelt between her spread thighs. “So fucking beautiful. Carrying my child again. Your body… it’s a masterpiece. Swollen. Ripe. Mine.”Mia moaned softly, her fingers threading through his hair as he leaned down, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the underside of her belly. His stubble scraped lightly against her sensitive skin, sending shivers racing through her. “Damien… please. I need you.
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