My Taboo Harem!

Instead, she lowered her gaze, took his hand other from her waist, and guided it to her belly.

Phei went still.

Her stomach was warm beneath his palm:

Soft.

Alive with a truth too delicate for his usual arrogance.

Their child rested there in hidden silence, too small to speak, too small to move in a way he could feel, yet powerful enough to change the weight of his whole hand although he didn’t have a clue to the life they created. Melissa covered his fingers with both of hers and held him there, her expression glowing with something deeper than happiness.

Something scarred by the past, blessed by the present, and terrified of hoping too loudly for a peaceful future and a better world for their child.

"You already gave me the best gift I could ever ask for," she whispered.

The words entered him without resistance.

For once, his mouth offered him nothing. No joke or flirtation for an elegant answer dressed in smugness. He only looked at her, then at his hand beneath hers, and felt the room draw closer around them.

He moved nearer and kissed her neck.

Slowly.

Softly.

One kiss beneath her ear.

Another near the line of her jaw.

Another lower, where her pulse moved warmly against his lips.

Between kisses he whispered, voice low and horny, "Fuck... you drive me crazy."

Melissa’s eyes closed, and a quiet sigh left her, full of pleasure, yes, but fuller still with the ache of being loved carefully by someone who was usually anything but careful with the world.

Phei kissed her shoulder, then the corner of her mouth.

"What is that gift?" he murmured. "Me?"

Melissa opened her eyes, she smiled, then laughed softly as if he had said something foolish enough to adore.

She turned fully toward him, her hand rising to his face. Her fingers traced his brow, his cheek, the line of his jaw, every touch slow enough to feel like memorization. Then she leaned down and kissed his chest above his heart.

"Yes," she whispered.

Phei watched her.

Melissa looked back up at him with eyes bright and unashamed.

"Yes, you, my love."

Her hand slipped into his hair.

"You are the best gift I can ever ask for now, not the impossible ways you keep healing what should have stayed broken. That matters, yes, more than I can say, but you came into my life and gave me back mornings I thought had ended forever. You gave me laughter when I had forgotten how warm it could feel. You gave me the courage to believe the future was not finished with me; you gave something so precious."

Phei’s expression softened completely.

Melissa smiled through the tenderness.

"So yes. You. My shameless, impossible, dangerous love. You are my best gift."

Phei stared at her for a long moment.

Then, because some defect in him clearly enjoyed surviving tenderness by committing crimes against sincerity, he asked, "Is that your way of asking for sex?"

Melissa froze and her face went blank with disbelief so pure it deserved a frame before then she smacked his chest.

"Phei!"

He burst out laughing, "You walked into that one, babe. And yeah... I’m asking because I’m so fucking hard right now it’s ridiculous. You calling me your best gift. That’s the hottest shit I’ve ever heard."

She smacked him again, but she was already laughing, soft and helpless.

"You ruined it."

"You laughed."

"I hit you."

"Lovingly."

"I can do it again."

"I would still enjoy it."

"Shameless boy."

He caught her hand and kissed her palm before she could deliver another deserved punishment. Melissa tried to glare, but the laugh won, soft and helpless, spilling from her until the warmth of it filled the bed between them.

Then she shrugged, and her eyes changed; the playfulness remained, but something softer moved beneath it, slower, warmer, less innocent and far more dangerous.

"Well," she murmured, "why not, if you are up to it, my love?"

Phei’s grin turned downright wicked, pure lust lighting up his face. "Oh I’m up for it. Painfully up. Been hard since you climbed into this bed. You want me to show you exactly how ’up’ I am?"

He didn’t wait for an answer.

He rolled her gently onto her back, settling between her thighs, already pushing her nightdress up with one hand while the other stayed warm and protective over her belly. His mouth found hers in a deep, hungry, sinful kiss — tongue sliding in, claiming her while his hips rolled forward, grinding the thick bulge of his cock right against her core through their clothes.

Melissa melted into him with a soft moan, arms sliding around his neck.

Phei broke the kiss just long enough to whisper against her lips, voice rough and cocky, "Fuck, you’re already wet Auntie? My hot elegant aunt getting soaked because her boy is hard and horny for her. That’s so fucking hot... and I love it."

He kissed her again, deeper, while his hand slid between her legs, pushing her panties aside and stroking her slick folds with two fingers. She was hot and dripping. He groaned into her mouth.

"Goddamn... so wet. All this for me?"

He didn’t rush. He took his time — his fingers circling her clit, dipping inside her, stretching her slowly while he kissed her neck, her collarbone, the tops of her breasts. Every touch was reverent and full of untamed lust for her at the same time.

When he finally pushed his pants down and lined himself up, the head of his cock nudging her entrance, Phei looked down at her with dark, hungry eyes.

"Still up for me then, Auntie?" he asked, but the smirk was pure trouble.

Melissa’s answer was to pull him down and kiss him hard.

Phei sank into her in one slow, deep thrust.

"HAAAAAHHH~"

"Fuuuuck..." he groaned, forehead dropping to hers. "So tight... so warm..."

He started moving — slow, deep, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her.

"Gonna take care of you," he panted between kisses, voice cracking with genuine teenage awe and lust. "Gonna fill you up again... make sure everyone knows this pussy, this body. You’re mine, Melissa. My everything."

Melissa’s hands slid into his hair, her mature voice breaking on soft, desperate moans as he moved inside her. She met every thrust, legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper.

Phei fucked her with that perfect mix of hunger and careful reverence — never too rough because of the pregnancy, but deep and possessive and filthy with dirty talk

He whispered hotly against her ear, voice low and dangerous. "You wanted to come here and challenge me. Instead you’re falling apart for me. That’s what you do now—you come to me and fall apart."

He kept the rhythm steady, one hand on her belly, the other braced beside her head, kissing her between every filthy, loving word until her body tightened around him and she came with a helpless, keening cry that dissolved into his name.

She let out a keening cry.

Only then did he let go—burying himself deep with a low groan, pulsing inside her, filling her while he kissed her like he was trying to claim every part of her.

Afterward, he didn’t pull out right away. He stayed buried inside her, forehead against hers, both of them breathing hard, his hand still gently rubbing her pregnant belly.

"My love," he murmured, "You’re mine. Always mine."

Melissa smiled up at him, soft and glowing, even as she reached up to brush his messy hair back.

"You are still impossible," she whispered.

Phei’s smile curved slowly. "Good. That’s how you like me. So how about we take this into a new territory?"

Her answer came with no hesitation.

"Gladly."