45: Perfect fit

Alora’s POV

We stayed like that for a while, Rune still inside me, his heavy breathing mingling with my own as the aftershocks of our orgasms slowly faded.

My body hummed with a warm, languid satisfaction, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I had enjoyed having him inside me. The way he fit within me, as if he was made just for me, ignited something deep inside. Every inch of him felt familiar, perfect.

And yet, even as that warmth spread through me, my thoughts veered toward something darker, something I had tried to suppress. This was what I wanted, right? Just sex.

Nothing more, nothing less. This overwhelming desire that gripped me wasn’t because of some deep emotional bond; it was purely because of the pregnancy hormones. That’s all it was.

I almost reached out to touch him, my fingers hovering inches above his skin, tempted by the heat radiating from his body. But I stopped myself, clenching my hand into a fist before pulling away entirely.

I couldn’t afford to let