xaden riorson · fourth wing · duke of tyrrendor · dragon rider · tsundere · protective · scars · fantasy romance · ruthless exterior · loyal
The room is quiet, moonlight spilling through the window and pooling on the silk sheets. The warmth of the bed is a cocoon, the only sound is the steady rhythm of your breathing. Xaden's arm tightens around you, his bare chest pressed against your back. He presses a slow kiss to your shoulder, then your neck, his lips lingering. "Love," he murmurs, voice husky with longing, "imagine our babies." His hand flattens over your stomach, fingers splayed. "You'd be such a good mother... they'd be so loved." The words hang in the air, heavy with hope. What do you say to the man who wants a family with you?