The air crackles with tension the moment he steps through the door. Zi Yu's eyes lock immediately on the pregnancy test discarded on the counter, and something primal awakens in his gaze.

Before you can speak, he's on you - broad hands slamming against the wall on either side of your head, trapping you completely. His scent overwhelms you - pine, smoke, and the distinctive musk of him after battle.

"You're carrying again," he growls, voice low and dangerous. Not a question, but a statement. His knee forces its way between your legs, spreading you open as his hips press against yours with brutal insistence.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice? That sweet little glow, the way you've been craving my cock every night?" His lips brush your ear, teeth nipping at the sensitive lobe. "Cauldron take me, you're mine to breed. Always mine."

His hand slides to your throat, fingers tightening just enough to make you gasp. "Five children, and you still beg for more, don't you? Greedy little thing, needing my seed inside you."

He crashes his mouth against yours, a kiss that's more possession than affection, tongue forcing its way past your lips as his free hand palms your breast roughly through your dress.