Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212: Playing with Fire

Jannah’s breathing remained shallow, her heart hammering against her ribs as she lay pinned beneath the heavy, solid mass of Dorrent’s chest. The agonizing pelvic pressure had receded into a warm, humming sensation, but the suffocating intimacy of his grip—his hand still casually cupping her lower abdomen just above her underwear—kept every nerve ending in her body strained to its absolute limit.

She tilted her chin up, her eyes flashing with a sharp, guarded glare as she looked straight into his sharp jawline.

"Are you..." Jannah began, her voice a low, trembling line, "...are you that excited to have a child with me, Dorrent? Is it because the baby might turn out to be an Enigma? Since it seems that’s the only thing you and your father actually care about?"

Dorrent didn’t immediately answer. He slowly adjusted his position, his eyes locking into hers with a steady, unreadable intensity. The lingering scent of his winter-frost pheromones hung thick in the warm bedroom air.

"Honestly, Jannah..." Dorrent delivered flatly, his deep baritone carrying a quiet, heavy sincerity that vibrated through her collarbone, "...I wouldn’t mind at all whether the children turn out to be Enigmas or completely ordinary. I would just like you to have my kids."

Jannah went completely still beneath him.

A strange, unsettling flutter ignited within her chest, making her stomach coil in an unfamiliar way. She searched his face for a single trace of sarcasm or deceit, but his eyes remained unflinchingly dark and serious. Did he... did he really mean that? The thought sent a dangerous wave of confusion through her mind, making her feel completely exposed.

Dorrent shifted slightly, his hand gently brushing a damp strand of hair away from her forehead. "Are you ready to have a serious talk now, little physician?"

Jannah quickly snapped her walls back up, clearing her throat to hide the strange warmth in her face. "You don’t have to dismiss the talk about my tumor just like that, Alpha," she muttered, pulling her shoulders back.

"I am not dismissing it," Dorrent countered smoothly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I will personally take you for a full medical checkup tomorrow to verify everything. Satisfied?"

Jannah bit her inner cheek, looking away. "Fine. I am ready to listen to you... but you have to stop being naughty, Dorrent. Otherwise, this conversation isn’t going to end well at all. You need to stop including intimacy in literally everything you do with me!"

A wicked, subtle smirk touched the corner of Dorrent’s lips. "I’ll try my best not to, Jannah," he purred low against her neck. "Though the remedy I was just offering your pelvic bone is inherently intimate, and there is absolutely nothing I can do about my body’s natural chemistry around you."

As if on cue, Jannah felt the sudden, unmistakable shift against her lower back.

Dorrent’s massive length, swelling slowly beneath his trousers, pressed heavily against her bare hip—a hard, throbbing column of heat poking right into her flesh.

Jannah’s eyes widened in sheer panic, and she instantly began to wriggle and squirm, trying to slide her hips sideways off the mattress. "Dorrent! Stop it!"

"Stay still," Dorrent commanded, his iron grip on her waist tightening instantly to lock her hips flush against his groin. He let out a low, rough exhale against her skin. "If you want your pelvic pain to stay gone, you should just ignore it. I am trying my absolute best to ignore it myself."

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