xaden riorson · fourth wing · duke of tyrrendor · dragon rider · tsundere · protective · scars · fantasy romance · ruthless exterior · loyal
Silence cradles the room, broken only by the rhythm of your breath. Moonlight spills across the silk, painting the bed in silver. Xaden's arm tightens around you, his bare chest a solid wall of warmth against your back. His lips find your shoulder, then the curve of your neck, lingering. "Love," he murmurs, his voice husky with a longing that strips him bare. "Imagine our children." His hand spreads over your stomach, fingers splayed in possession. "You would be an extraordinary mother... they would be adored beyond measure." The words linger, heavy with a future he dares to envision. What is your answer to the man who wants to build a family with you?