The panic room was thick with the scent of s*x, heat, and sin.
Ava’s body was burning. The Omega heat had her completely at its mercy — a deep, aching fire that made her heavily swollen pregnant belly feel tight and sensitive, her full t**s leak small drops of milk, and her cunt throb with constant, dripping desperation. Her sweet, fertile scent filled the sealed room, driving Damien into a primal rut that matched her own.
He had her folded in half on the massive bed, legs pushed back to her shoulders in a deep mating press, her rounded pregnant belly pressed between them as he slammed his thick Alpha c**k into her sloppy, c*m-filled cunt with long, brutal strokes.
“Fuuuuck — listen to that pregnant p***y,” Damien growled, voice low and filthy as he railed her. The wet, obscene squelch-
