My Husband, Her Eggs, My Womb Mga Nobela at Kwento

“My cock is kissing your cervix with every thrust. This is where the magic wants my seed — deep, right against your womb.” “‘The vessel must be flooded repeatedly…’” I read, voice breaking as pleasure built fast. Elias increased his pace, fucking me with powerful, claiming strokes. The wet slap of skin against skin echoed through the archives. He kept one hand on my belly, the other rubbing slow circles on my swollen clit. “Your body was made for this,” he growled. “Soft, tight, fertile. I can feel your womb fluttering around the head of my cock, begging to be filled. Keep reading while I breed you.”

"Yes, you don't need to be ashamed, dear. I am your husband. We are officially husband and wife. So, whatever is inside me, you can see it." Can you see? Eka rounded her eyes. Her mind started to wander.

I spit out, making him scoff a laugh, but I'm offended, "How could I possibly give you an egg?" "You're actually so dumb," he lets out with a laugh, always so nice, "You donate your eggs... the eggs in your reproductive system, dumbass. It's a whole process, they take them out of you, they mix it together with my sperm and they put that concoction inside another woman so she can carry the kid and then give it to me." I'm not actually that dumb, I already knew about that process, but him talking about a seahorse before threw me off.

“We are strongest together. That’s what he’s attacking. Not just our company….us. So we fight as us. Not just business partners. Husband and wife. Mom and Dad. Family.” Bella looked at him and saw the man she fell in love with years back and still the same one she is in love with now, the one who stayed, the one who tried, the one who loved her even when things were hard. Some of the tightness in her chest loosened.

"Drink it all. It helps keep your immune system strong." Amelia swallowed the bitter, slightly sweet liquid, leaning her head against his chest. She had no reason to suspect that the custom tonic was carefully formulated to suppress her fertility, ensuring she remained unable to conceive while he blamed his own fabricated medical condition. To her, it was simply another proof of her husband's gentle, protective care. On the opposite side of the city, inside a locked private conference room at a high-end financial firm, Marcus sat across from David beneath the glare of fluorescent lights.

Thankfully, her husband held her waist so tightly. He came inside of her again, letting out every single drop into her womb, writhing against her behind. Cole concluded there was no way his wife would not fall pregnant by the end of their honeymoon!

The deep brown hooded eyes rimmed with thick lashes and the dark melanin of their skin. With the memories of Prince had come the memories of feeling the baby kicking in her womb. The way Mindy and Prince would lay on either side of her and rub her belly and talk to the baby growing there. How they would promise to love her and take care of her forever was engrained in her brain. The deep love Mindy had for her husband and had agreed to do whatever it took to give him the family he craved, even if it meant using another woman’s eggs, was on her mind.

"You haven't gotten me pregnant even once. I haven't had a single conception since marrying you." "And it's my fault that your womb is dead?!" I growled. "Or you just can't fertilize a womb," she countered in anger. "I have in fact fertilized a womb before," I hissed. "I have gotten a woman pregnant before! Find a solution to your dead womb and stop blaming me!" The defiance in her eyes slowly died down, replaced by an emotion that was foreign to me. Her body relaxed as she stared at me with cold, indifferent eyes.

Dr. Lambert looked reluctant and adjusted his glasses. “Mr. Griffin, Ms. Johnson has a weak body and had a hard time getting pregnant. You both tried for almost three years before it finally happened. The chances of it happening again are… If she finds out that the baby she worked so hard to have was aborted on purpose, it will be a disaster.” The anesthesia was already making my body go numb. I wanted to move, but I could only lift one finger. Albert Griffin walked in and stroked my hand. He smiled gently before turning to Dr. Lambert.

But one thing she knew he was serious as the way he said and his eyes held the darkest pupil looking damn dangerous and diluted made her drop her weapons in defeat. . . Time passed in a blow and when it became midnight she was unaware of it. Tears dried in her cheeks and eyes, having no more to let them flow. She lifelessly sat there on the bench staring at the sky meeting the water at some end till where she could see. A bitter smile appeared on her face and she spitted venomously. "Even the water which meets with the sky eats it up. Then I was just a human and my husband ate all my happiness. He didn't care what I wanted nor bothered to know. Just came and made me hear his decision which b