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“This is hot,” I gasp, watching him fuck me from behind in the mirror.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Damon says, his voice strained as he watches our movements in the mirror.

His pace increases, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the bathroom, echoing off the tiles along with our labored breathing and desperate moans.

I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, growing impossibly harder as I?—

“Damon,” I cry out, my fingers moving faster against my clit. “I’m close…oh my god.”

“Come for me, baby,” he demands, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Let me feel you come around my cock.”

The pressure inside me builds to a crescendo, and when Damon angles his hips to hit that perfect spot deep inside, I shatter.

My orgasm crashes through me in violent waves, my inner walls pulsing and clenching around him as I cry out his name. My vision blurs at the edges, but I force myself to keep watching in the mirror, captivated by the raw pleasure on Damon’s face as he experiences my release.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his movements becoming more forceful and desperate. “You feel so good, so tight around me, hugging my cock.”

He thrusts once, then twice more, before burying himself to the hilt with a hoarse shout. I feel his cock pulse inside me, his hot seed filling me as his knot swells, locking us together. The sensation triggers another smaller orgasm, leaving me gasping and trembling in his arms.

Damon collapses against my back, his breath coming in harsh pants against my neck. His lips find my skin, pressing urgent, open-mouthed kisses along my shoulder and ear.

“That was so good,” I say, gasping as he hugs me tight, his knot pulling me in closer.

“I agree, my love. Myomega.”

CHAPTER28

Lena

Later that same morning, we arrive at the hospital and Doctor Humphrey, the OBGYN, greets us in the waiting room.

“Miss Lena, it’s wonderful to meet you,” he says with a smile, his eyes warm. “I’m glad you’ve come in today, as you are quite far along in the pregnancy.”

“It’s nice to see you, Doctor,” I reply, smiling, excited at the prospect of having my first ultrasound and seeing my baby. “I’m sorry I haven’t been in sooner. Things have been a bit crazy.”

Doctor Humphrey glances at Damon, who stands close to me with one arm wrapped possessively around my waist.

“And this is the...father, I presume?” he asks hesitantly, unsure whether his assumption is correct.

I swallow a laugh at the expression on Damon’s face. He looks sheepish as if embarrassed by his previous reaction the last time someone referred to him that way.

“That’s me,” he says gruffly, shaking the doctor’s hand.

“Follow me, and we’ll set you up for an ultrasound.”

I’m giddily excited as we follow him into the sonar room, and I get comfortable on the bed. Damon sits in the chair next to me, grabbing my hand and giving it a small squeeze of comfort. The doctor pulls my shirt up and pushes my leggings down a little, giving him enough space to rub some warm jelly on my stomach.

He grabs the wand and switches the machine on.

“Right,” he says, angling the screen toward us. “Let’s see how this baby’s doing.”

The wand is cold against my flesh initially, causing my skin to prickle, and I can feel the flutter of nerves in my stomach. When the screen lights up and the first image forms, I lean closer, my heart pounding like a drum.

Suddenly, Doctor Humphrey’s eyes widen in disbelief, and my breath catches in my throat.

“This can’t be right,” he mutters.

“What is it?” I ask, my heart racing with worry.

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