His voice

Abdul pushes into me from behind, his weight pressing me flat, and I keep my eyes open on Sandip—his hand is still on my belly, but now his fingers are digging in, and his mouth is moving. I feel the heat building again, and I say his name, 'Sandip,' and it comes out like a plea. He looks at me—really looks—and his throat works, and then he says it, 'Kamala,' hoarse and broken, as Abdul's cock drives deeper. I shatter around him, crying out both their names, and Abdul spills inside me again, but I'm watching Sandip—his hand on my belly, his eyes on mine, and the word he finally said hanging between us. The act this chapter delivers: Abdul takes Kamala from behind on the marriage bed while Sandip's hand stays pressed to her belly, and she comes crying out both their names as Abdul's seed spills inside her again.