CHAPTER 4: SLOW BREEDING WORSHIP
EVE’S POV
I should feel ashamed spread open like a sacrifice, but the way he watches me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters makes my chest ache.
His hand splays over my belly right where the fertility runes begin to glow soft gold at first and then blaze.
I feel it as his seed burrows and takes root while my womb clenches with a greedy, desperate flutter that makes me whimper.
“Gonna breed you,” he whispers with eyes locked on mine in a voice thick with something that sounds like worship. “Gonna knock you up with my demon spawn, little Eve. Gonna fill this belly till it’s round and heavy with me.”
I should hate it. I should scream. Instead I wrap my legs around his waist with heels digging into the small of his back and pull him closer.
