Zheme rolled out of bed, forehead supporting a bruise that Lexie's elbow induced. She was a real beast in her sleep and if Zheme stayed in the room a second longer, he'd take his revenge by waking her up.

But she was tired, even more so since she was pregnant and worn out from a night of very passionate sex. Last night, everything felt surreal, the way her tiny, wet cavern had encased him with a grip as tight as a virgin's .

The way her stiff breasts had jumped along with his every thrust.

The way her moans had made a melodic tune to his ears.

And the way...