34: Nice maid

Alora’s POV

I curl up tightly on the armchair, my hands clenched into fists as I seethe with anger. The second the door closes behind Rune, my body trembles, not just from rage but from the unbearable frustration he's left me with.

My core is tight, wound up with tension that has nowhere to go, aching with a desperate need that I can't ignore no matter how hard I try.

Every nerve in my body feels like it's on fire, pulsing with the lingering traces of the pleasure Rune cruelly denied me. I can’t believe how desperate I am.

I’ve never been like this before, never felt this insatiable craving that now courses through my veins. It’s like the pregnancy has taken over my body, heightening every sensation, making me want what I shouldn’t, what I refuse to want.

I think back to something I read once, how pregnancy hormones can make you want sex more, can turn your body into a ticking bomb of desire. I never thought much of it, never believed it could be true, but now? Now I’m stuck in this