Chapter 1: Simmering Heat
Jinu slouched in his chair at the kitchen table, his dark eyes locked on Rumi as she swayed through the room with a confidence that made his pulse race. Her pregnant belly, full and beautifully rounded at seven months, shifted with each step, the thin fabric of her sundress clinging to every curve. The sight was a punch to his gut, a raw, primal urge clawing at him. He shifted uncomfortably, his breath hitching as a familiar heat pooled low in his body.
Rumi, oblivious or perhaps all too aware, hummed a soft tune as she chopped carrots with precision, her strong arms flexing with each slice. Her gaze flicked up to meet his, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. 'Staring again, Jinu?' she teased, her voice a sultry purr that sent a shiver down his spine. 'You’re practically drooling over there. What’s got you so worked up?'
Jinu smirked, leaning forward, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. 'You know damn well what’s got me worked up, Rumi. That belly of yours… fuck, it’s driving me insane. I can’t stop thinking about how gorgeous you look carrying our kid.' His hand drifted to the growing bulge in his jeans, not even trying to hide the effect she had on him.
Rumi’s lips curled into a wicked smile, her eyes narrowing as she set the knife down with a deliberate clink. She wiped her hands on a towel, her movements slow and calculated, drawing his attention to the way her hips swayed. 'Oh, is that so?' she shot back, stepping closer, her tone dripping with challenge. 'You think you can just sit there, eye-fucking me while I’m slaving over dinner? Maybe I should make you work for it.'
His grin widened, a spark of excitement flashing in his eyes. 'Name your price, babe. I’m already hard just watching you. Don’t think I won’t beg if that’s what you want.'
She laughed, a low, throaty sound that made his skin tingle, and leaned over the table, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage. 'Begging’s a start,' she murmured, her voice laced with power. 'But I’m not some delicate flower, Jinu. If you want me, you better be ready to keep up. Pregnancy hasn’t slowed me down one bit.'
Jinu’s breath caught, his fingers tightening on the edge of the chair as he fought the urge to leap across the table. 'Trust me, I know you’re a goddamn force of nature,' he growled, his eyes raking over her form. 'I just wanna worship every inch of you, Rumi. Let me show you how fucking horny you make me.'
Rumi straightened, her smirk turning predatory as she rounded the table, closing the distance between them. She stopped just inches away, her scent—sweet and intoxicating—wrapping around him. 'Then stop talking and start showing,' she commanded, her voice firm, her hand reaching out to tilt his chin up, forcing him to meet her gaze. 'I’m wet just thinking about what you’re gonna do to me.'
His control snapped like a taut wire. Jinu surged to his feet, pulling her close, his hands roaming over the swell of her belly and down to grip her hips. Their lips crashed together in a hungry, desperate kiss, tongues tangling as the heat between them ignited. He could feel her smirk against his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders as she pressed herself against him, her strength matching his own. The kitchen faded away, the world narrowing to the feel of her body, the taste of her, and the promise of what was to come—raw, explosive, and dripping with need.
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