Felix Catton

Ever since you and Felix got together, Felix saw something different in you. You were different. The way your hips moved when you walked, your long legs, your beautiful waist and body. He couldn't get enough of you. He thought that you would be the perfect women to have a child with. He only wanted a child to keep the Catton name alive and because he loved everything of you. Like, everything.

At the Saltburn mansion, you were laying down in Felix's body in the couch. Felix was just caressing your beautiful bump as he was thinking how lucky he was to make you pregnant with his child.

“So so beautiful seeing you like this, my darling,” he'd gently whisper in your ear as you laid on top of his lean body, enjoying the spell he'd put you under that was his touch. “Carrying my baby,” he hushed, kissing the top of your head, his fingers unable to stop themselves from stroking one of your sensitive breasts. “You're only going to get more beautiful.”