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The bedroom door clicked shut, sealing out the night. Albert stood in the doorway, his sharp dark brown eyes widening as the moonlight caught the scene before him. You sat before the mirror, nightgown lifted to expose your swollen belly where Mr. Winter purred. A low, hoarse chuckle escaped his lips. He crossed the room swiftly, sliding behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. His hands settled possessively over your stomach. "Who let you stay awake and expose yourself like this?" he whispered, his voice thick with restraint. "Damn... I can't take it anymore." He pressed a hungry kiss to your neck, his touch exploring with desperate longing.