Siya's breath grew ragged, her eyes never leaving Ram's. "Harder," she whispered, her voice a sultry command that he couldn't ignore. He responded, his hips moving with more force, his cock plunging into her with a speed and precision that had her gasping. "Right there," she moaned, her body tightening around him, her orgasm building with each stroke.

Ram took her words as a challenge, his movements becoming more intense, his grip on her hips tightening as he pounded into her. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, the headboard slamming into the wall with each powerful thrust. His eyes were closed now, his face a mask of concentration as he sought to give her what she needed. "Yes, yes yes.... Ahhh!!!" she murmured, her voice a breathy affirmation that he was hitting the spot.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving little half-moons on his skin as she threw her head back, her hair a wild tapestry against the pillows. The sensation of her milk mixing with her juices was unlike anything Ram had ever felt, and he knew he would never be able to get enough of it. He leaned up to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as she moaned, her orgasm building.

"Fuck you, Raj," Siya murmured, the words slurred with desire. "You know I still get wet dreams about you."

The room was filled with the scent of their passion, a heady mix of sweat, milk, and arousal that was uniquely theirs. Ram's eyes snapped open, the reality of her words hitting him like a sledgehammer. "What?" he gasped, his movements faltering.

Siya leaned back, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "You heard me," she whispered, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "I dream of you, of us, every night."

Ram's chest tightened at her confession. He knew he had been holding back, fearful of hurting her or the babies. But the raw need in her eyes was too much to resist. He vowed then and there to give her everything she wanted, to show her just how much she meant to him, how much he desired her.

With renewed fervor, Ram rolled Siya onto her back, his body covering hers like a possessive blanket. He kissed her deeply, his hands roaming over her curves, memorizing every inch of her. He felt her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him to claim her once again.

" What do you dream?" Asked Ram moving out completely and slamming again inside her.

"I dream of your cock filling me, stretching me, owning me, making me scream your name. I dream of your hands all over me, your mouth on my breasts, your teeth on my neck, marking me, claiming me, making me yours again and again. I dream of you making love to me like there's no tomorrow, like you can't get enough of me, like I'm the only thing that matters in the world." Siya's voice was a sultry purr that sent a shiver down Ram's spine.

Her words unleashed a beast within him. Ram growled and began to move faster, his cock slamming into her with a force that made the bed frame rattle. He took her breasts in his hands, kneading and squeezing, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples as he watched her face contort with pleasure. He felt the slickness of their combined fluids, her milk mixing with her arousal, and the sight was almost too much to handle.

As Ram's rhythm grew more intense, Siya felt the first spurt of her orgasm building. It started as a low throb in her core, a warmth that grew and grew until it was all she could feel. Her pussy clenched around him, and she knew she was about to squirt. The anticipation was exquisite, her body tightening in preparation for the deluge.

With a final, powerful thrust, Ram hit her G-spot, and she let go, her body releasing a flood of liquid that drenched them both. It was like nothing they had ever experienced before, the sensation of her squirting around him making him feel like a king. The sight of her pleasure, the feel of her juices mixing with her milk, was too much. He roared with his own climax, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he emptied himself.

As they lay there, panting and spent, Siya's eyes searched his, the tears still glistening in her eyes. "You are the only one that makes me go mad, Ram," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I want you to fulfill my wish. Just love me every day. I will live only for you."

Ram's heart clenched at her words. He had never seen her so vulnerable, so open, and it was both terrifying and humbling. He knew that he had been the one to cause much of the pain and confusion in her life, but in this moment, all he wanted was to be the one to take it all away, to be the one she needed.

He leaned down and kissed her gently, his lips brushing against hers as if trying to memorize the feeling. "Siya, you are my world," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I will love you every day, for every moment we have together."

Siya couldn't help but sob, the weight of the past few months finally catching up to her. Her body felt alive, yet fragile, and the fear of losing Ram the father of their unborn children was a constant shadow lurking in the back of her mind. Her insecurities spilled over, and she clung to him tightly, her nails digging into his back. "I'm scared," she confessed, her voice trembling. "I'm scared of losing you."

Ram held her closer, his own heart breaking at the sound of her pain. He had never meant to make her feel like this, had never wanted her to doubt his love or commitment. He knew he had been distant, lost in his own fears and concerns for her health and their babies. But in that moment, all he wanted was to comfort her, to make her understand just how much she meant to him.

He gently untangled their bodies and stood, lifting her into his arms with ease. "Let's get cleaned up," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to her frayed nerves. He carried her into the bathroom, the warm light casting a soft glow over their naked forms. The sight of her tear-stained cheeks only made him more determined to ease her fears.

The tub was already filled with steaming water, bubbles floating on the surface like a cloud. Ram had anticipated their need for this moment of tenderness, the scent of lavender and vanilla filling the air. He lowered her into the tub with care, her body sliding against his as she sat on his chest. The warm water enveloped them both, a comforting embrace that seemed to melt the tension from their limbs.

Siya's cries grew louder as she buried her face into his neck, her body shaking with the force of her sobs. He held her tightly, his arms a secure cocoon around her. His hands rubbed her back in gentle circles, trying to soothe her as best as he could. Her tears fell onto his skin, hot and salty, mixing with the water and creating little rivulets that traced down his chest.

Ram's heart ached as he felt her pain, her fear of losing him a palpable thing in the air between them. He knew he had been distant, lost in his own worries about her pregnancy and their future together. But as he held her in his arms, feeling the warm water of the bubble bath soothing her, he realized he couldn't keep her at arm's length anymore. He had to be there for her, through thick and thin.

"Shh, my love," he whispered, his voice a gentle lullaby in her ear. "I'm not going anywhere. We're in this together, forever." He kissed her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, tasting the salt of her tears. Her sobs grew softer, and she leaned into him, her body relaxing against his.

" Pakka Na.." said Siya in childish tone.

The words echoed in the room, filled with a mix of desperation and hope. It was a declaration, a promise that Ram knew he had to keep. He had hurt Siya, and now it was his turn to make it right. He leaned back into the tub, cradling her against him as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear, his hands running soothingly over her stomach where their babies grew.

"Pakka," he agreed, his voice filled with sincerity. "No matter what happens, I'll always be here for you, Siya. For you and our little ones."

Siya's body trembled against him, her breathing gradually evening out. She leaned into his embrace, her cheek resting against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The warmth of the water and the scent of lavender began to soothe her nerves, the tight knot in her stomach slowly unraveling.

"I need you, Ram," she murmured again, the words slipping from her lips like a gentle plea for something sweet and comforting, much like asking for a piece of chocolate on a bad day. She needed his presence, his love, his strength to help her navigate the treacherous waters of her pregnancy and the chaos that surrounded them.

Ram looked into her eyes, reading the depth of her craving, and knew that he had to give her what she needed. He reached out and caressed her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "You have me, Siya," he assured her, his voice steady and firm. "Always."

" In pregnancy women crave food but I have been craving for you my Pati dev." said Siya with a sad smile and flushed cheeks.

Her words resonated with Ram, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. He felt a pang of guilt for not being able to give her the love and attention she craved, the fear of losing her and their children weighing heavily on his heart. But as he looked into her eyes, the depth of her need washed over him, and he knew he had to do everything in his power to be the man she needed.

" I have been useing vibrators to satisfy myself." said Siya with sadness in her tone.

Ram's eyes widened in shock, the revelation hitting him like a ton of bricks. He had been so caught up in his own fears that he had neglected to see the toll it was taking on her. The thought of her finding solace in anything but his touch was unbearable.

"No more," he said, his voice firm. "You don't need that. You have me." He kissed her gently, his hand moving to her belly to feel the slight movement of their babies.

With a sigh, Siya leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth of his hand against her skin. His touch was electric, sending a jolt of arousal straight to her core. Her pussy grew wetter at the thought of his cock inside her again, filling her up, making her his.

Ram felt her response, the way she melted against him, and knew that he had to be more careful with her. Her pregnancy was a delicate dance of passion and protection. He gently parted her folds, his fingers slipping in with ease. The wetness that greeted him was a testament to her desire, and he couldn't help but smile.

"See, baby," he whispered against her ear, his voice filled with a mix of love and lust. "You're always ready for me."

His little touch had indeed found her wet and eager, her body responding to his nearness with a primal hunger. Ram couldn't help but smile at the thought that her body was in tune with his, that his mere presence could make her so wet and desperate for him. It was a powerful feeling, one that made him feel like the king of the world.

Siya's cheeks grew even redder at his words, a blush that spread down her neck and chest. She looked up at him with a mix of embarrassment and desire, her eyes pleading for more. "Please," she whispered, her voice a hoarse, needy sound that went straight to his cock.

Ram's fingers began to explore, his touch gentle and reverent. He found her clit, already swollen and begging for attention, and began to circle it with the pad of his thumb. Her breath hitched, her body tensing as he worked her towards another climax. She leaned back, her eyes closing as she gave herself over to the sensation.

"What do you want, baby girl?" Ram murmured, his voice thick with desire. He knew that she had been craving this, that she had been holding back for fear of losing him.

Siya looked up at him with a desperate expression, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I want you to fill me, Ram," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to feel all of you, deep inside me."

Ram smacked  her pussy with his hand.

The sound of his palm connecting with her sensitive flesh echoed through the quiet bathroom, a sharp, satisfying smack that sent a jolt of pleasure through Siya's body. Her eyes flew open, and she gasped, her cheeks flushing with arousal. It was a gesture that was both firm and tender, a declaration of his desire and his dominance that she found utterly intoxicating.

Her body trembled with need, the sting from his hand melding with the pleasure he was giving her. The sensation was overwhelming, the pain mixing with the pleasure in a heady cocktail that had her panting and begging for more. "Ram," she whimpered, her voice a breathy moan that seemed to fill the room.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Call me Daddy, baby girl," he urged, his voice a gruff demand that sent a thrill through her body. The word was foreign on her tongue, yet it rolled off with surprising ease, the intimacy of it making her feel even more connected to him.

"Daddy," she murmured, her voice filled with a need that was both innocent and carnally demanding.

The word was like a key, unlocking something within Ram. His cock grew even harder at the sound, his control slipping as he realized just how much power he had over her in this moment. He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock teasing her swollen clit as he held her gaze.

"Tell me you're mine," he demanded, his voice low and intense.

"I'm yours," Siya moaned, her eyes never leaving his as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her. She knew what he wanted to hear, and she was more than willing to give it to him. "Daddy, I'm yours. Only yours."