One hand silkily spread Palmers Cocoa Oil Formula onto my pregnant belly and the other continually popped sweetly tart green grapes into my mouth.
"I think I've devoured a vineyard," I muttered and he smirked up at me as his nose traced the downward sweep of my naked hip.
"I have my own, personal vintage," he murmured, fingers on my belly stroking up, over, around and down, making my stomach swoop as his thumb circled my navel. His voice reverberated deliciously over me.
His cheek brushed over one side of my behind and he felt me flinch. Faint, silver stretch-marks- not so faint to me, I had told him- had developed there and I cringed inwardly.
"Every tiger has stripes," he purred and my heart clenched as he bit at my skin, sucked softly, licked with just the tip of his tongue and then came to lie next to me. "Tigress..." he whispered into my ear.