Ram growled, his hunger for her growing with each word. He pushed into her slowly, savoring the feel of her tight, wet heat enveloping him. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she gasped as he filled her completely, her walls stretching around his thick shaft. The sensation was almost unbearable, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

"Look at me, baby," he ordered, his voice gruff with passion.

Her eyes snapped open, locking onto his as he began to move inside her. His strokes were slow at first, deliberate, as if he was savoring every inch of her. Each movement sent a ripple of pleasure through her body, and she couldn't help but moan his name. "Daddy," she breathed, the word a declaration of her need.

Ram watched her face, the way her eyes rolled back with each thrust, the way her body responded to him. It was like watching a symphony, a dance of passion that he never wanted to end. He picked up the pace, his cock moving in and out of her with a rhythm that had them both gasping for breath.

"I need you so bad, daddy," Siya moaned, her voice a siren's call that had him pumping into her even harder. He felt the tension in her body, the way her muscles tightened around him as she approached the brink of another orgasm. He knew he was pushing her limits, but the desperation in her voice was all the encouragement he needed.

Ram leaned down to kiss her, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip before his tongue delved into her mouth. He could taste the salt of her tears, the sweetness of her arousal, and it only fueled his hunger for her. "Are we that desperate, baby girl?" he murmured against her lips, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm.

"Yes," Siya moaned, her nails digging into his back. "Every day and night."

With a feral growl, Ram's pace grew more punishing, his cock driving into her like a piston. He watched as she threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, her breasts bobbing with each thrust. He could feel her tightening around him, her walls gripping him like a vice as she neared another climax.

"That's it," he whispered, his voice a dark promise of pleasure. "Take it, baby. Take all of it."

Siya's eyes widened as Ram's grip on her hips tightened, his strokes becoming more demanding. She could feel the tension building within her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. She was his, completely and utterly, and the thought had her panting his name like a desperate prayer.

"Daddy," she begged, her voice a whimper of need. "Just fuck me like I'm your personal slut."

Her words were a catalyst, igniting a fire in Ram that could not be contained. He pulled out of her briefly, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He flipped her over, so she was on her hands and knees, her ass in the air. He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back to look at him. "You want it like that, baby girl?" he growled, the lust in his eyes unmistakable.

Siya nodded eagerly, the anticipation of his possession driving her wild. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered, her voice dripping with need. "Just fuck me, please."

Ram didn't need any further encouragement. He slammed into her from behind, his cock burying itself to the hilt. The force of his entry made her scream, the sound echoing through the bathroom. His hand found its way to her clit again, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Each time he pushed into her, he could feel her milk-filled breasts jiggle against the water's surface. It was an erotic sight that had him growling with need.

The water sloshed around them as they moved together, the bubbles popping in a staccato beat with their rhythm. Ram's hand reached around to cup one of her breasts, his thumb flicking her nipple as he watched the water bead and roll down her skin. Her milk flowed freely, mixing with the water, creating a slickness that made their movements even more sensuous.

"You're so beautiful," he groaned, his voice strained with effort. "So fucking beautiful."

Siya's cheeks burned with embarrassment and arousal. No one had ever talked to her like this, but with Ram, it felt right. She pushed back against him, urging him deeper, her walls quivering around his cock as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm.

"Harder, Daddy," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. "Please, I need it."

Ram's eyes darkened at her words, his grip on her hair tightening as he gave in to her demand. He slammed into her again and again, his cock plunging deep, hitting her G-spot with each thrust. Her walls contracted around him, milking him, and he knew she was close.

He caught both her elbows, holding her in place as he pushed harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, a symphony of passion that was music to his ears. His hips pistoned into her, his cock thick and unyielding, claiming her with a possessiveness that was both terrifying and thrilling.

Siya's moans grew louder, her body a canvas of pleasure as Ram's cock hit all the right spots. She could feel herself getting wetter, her juices mixing with the water in a delicious mess. His grip on her elbows was firm, but it was the way he held her, the way he controlled her movements, that had her panting for more. It was as if he owned her, as if she was his to use and pleasure as he saw fit.

With each thrust, Ram felt her tightening around him, her body begging for release. He knew he was pushing her limits, but the way she moaned for more only spurred him on. His strokes grew more urgent, his hips slapping against her ass as he claimed her in the most primal way possible. The sight of her, so wanted and eager for him, was almost too much to handle.

"You're going to come for me, baby," he ground out, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to come all over my cock."

Siya's response was a strangled moan, her body already on the edge. Ram's demanding strokes and the way he owned her body had her teetering on the precipice of ecstasy. She felt like she was being torn apart, her senses overwhelmed by the pleasure that was building inside her.

As Ram pounded into her, Siya couldn't hold on any longer. She threw her head back and screamed as her orgasm washed over her, her pussy clenching around his cock like a vice. Her body convulsed, her muscles tightening as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.

Ram watched her come with a mix of satisfaction and awe, feeling her pussy milk him. He knew he couldn't last much longer, the sight of her climaxing so beautifully pushing him over the edge. With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum.

Their bodies trembled together, the intensity of their shared release resonating through the air. For a moment, they were lost in the aftermath of their passion, the world outside forgotten. It was just them, their hearts beating as one, their breath mingling in the steamy air.

Slowly, Ram pulled out of Siya, his cock slipping from her with a wet sound that made her shiver. He helped her to her feet, his arms wrapping around her as she swayed slightly, her legs weak from the force of her climax. She leaned into him, her body feeling boneless and sated. "Thank you, Daddy," she murmured, her voice a content purr.

With a gentle smile, Ram picked her up again, carrying her out of the tub with ease. The water sluiced off their bodies as he stepped out, his muscles flexing with the effort. Siya wrapped her arms around his neck, her head resting on his shoulder as he padded across the cool tiles, her breasts pressed against his chest. He couldn't get enough of the feeling of her in his arms, the warmth of her body a comfort that he hadn't realized he needed.

In the bedroom, the soft glow of a single candle cast shadows across the room. He laid her down on the bed, her skin still glistening from the bath. She was so small and fragile, a stark contrast to the fiery passion she had just displayed. He knew that she was tired, that the pregnancy was taking its toll on her, but he also knew that she would never ask for help. It was his duty, his pleasure, to care for her now.

Ram grabbed a soft, warm towel and began to dry her off, starting at her shoulders and moving down to her swollen breasts. He took his time, his touch gentle and reverent as he wiped the water from her skin. Each stroke was a declaration of his love, his commitment to her and their unborn children. He took special care to dry her belly, feeling the life growing within her, a reminder of their shared bond.

Once she was dry, he pulled back the sheets and carefully laid her down, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. He tucked her in, making sure she was comfortable, her head nestled into the plush pillows. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, savoring the taste of her. "Rest now, baby," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to her frayed nerves.

With a nod, Siya watched Ram as he stood and padded into the bathroom. She could hear the sound of the shower starting, the water cascading over his body as he washed away the sweat and remnants of their love making. Her eyes grew heavy with exhaustion, but she couldn't help but think about what they had just shared. It was raw, it was intense, and it was everything she needed.

Ram stepped out of the shower, his skin still damp, and wrapped a towel around his waist. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the task of comforting Siya. But as he moved to leave the bathroom, something caught his eye.

A cabinet tucked away in the corner, almost hidden by the shadows, stood slightly ajar. Intrigued, he approached it, his heart racing. He had never seen it before, but it was filled with an assortment of sex toys that made his eyes water and his ego bruise. Dildos of varying sizes, vibrators in different shapes and colors, and an array of restraints and gels that sent his mind racing with questions and insecurities.

Why would she need all this when she had him? He felt a sudden stab of inadequacy, his manhood shrinking at the sight of the instruments that had clearly been bringing her pleasure in his absence. His hand hovered over a particularly intimidating device, his mind reeling with the thought of her using it to satisfy herself when he couldn't be there for her.

With a deep breath, Ram steeled himself, pushing the cabinet door open wider. He knew he had to confront this, had to understand what she needed. His love for Siya was unshakeable, and he was determined to be the best partner he could be. He picked up a velvet-covered vibrator, feeling the weight of it in his hand. It was soft to the touch, the vibrations gentle but powerful.

He placed everything back with trembling fingers, the cold reality of their situation sinking in. His heart heavy with the weight of his emotions, Ram turned away from the cabinet and moved towards the open wardrobe. He grabbed a pair of clean boxers and a t-shirt, his mind racing with thoughts of her using these toys to find solace when he couldn't be there to give it to her. He slipped them on, the fabric clinging to his damp skin, feeling almost suffocating in the aftermath of their intense love making.

Just as he was about to step out, something fell down from the shelf, interrupting his tumultuous thoughts. It was a small, leather-bound journal, landing with a soft thud on the tiles. He picked it up, and when he saw Siya's name scribbled across the cover in her delicate handwriting, his curiosity piqued. It belonged to her, a secret she hadn't shared with him.

He flipped through the pages, the dates showing her diligent entries since the day she found out she was pregnant. Her words were raw and honest, detailing the changes in her body, the emotional rollercoaster she was on, and the fears that kept her awake at night. But it was the entries about their love life that made him pause, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

In the early pages, she wrote about her insatiable hunger for him, her body craving his touch in ways she never knew possible. As the pregnancy progressed, the entries grew more desperate, her cries for intimacy unfulfilled. Each page turned revealed a side of Siya he hadn't seen, a woman craving connection and release amidst the chaos of their lives.

Her words painted a vivid picture of her desperation, her longing for him to fill the void that had grown between them. The toys she had turned to were not a betrayal but a lifeline, a way to maintain her sanity when she felt so alone. His heart swelled with a mix of anger and sorrow, anger at his own neglect and sorrow at her pain.