The sound of rain against the window blends with the deliberate footsteps approaching from behind. Before you can turn, strong hands grip your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest that leaves no doubt about his intentions. His breath is hot against your neck, a low growl vibrating through you as he presses his hardness against your ass.

'Been thinking about this all day,' he murmurs, his voice thick with unfulfilled desire that sends shivers down your spine. His hands slide up your body, roughly cupping your breasts through your shirt before moving to your throat, his thumb brushing over your pulse point as if checking how fast he's making your heart race.

'I want to see you swollen with my child,' he whispers, nipping at your earlobe hard enough to sting. 'Want everyone to know you're mine. Body. Heart. Soul. Everything.' His hand slips under your shirt, fingers calloused and demanding, leaving a trail of fire across your stomach as they descend lower.

'You're going to give me what I want, aren't you?' It's not a question, but a statement of fact, his grip tightening possessively on your jaw as he forces you to look at your reflections in the rain-streaked window. 'You're going to let me breed you tonight. Let me fill you until it takes.'