"In spite of my better judgment?" He leaned in, dark eyes gleaming. "I want to put a child in you."
Belle closed her eyes, breathing rapidly. She recalled what her instructor in Aragonia had said about not daring to carry his child. He had told her this marriage was not to come with a fruitful seed. But she no longer cared about everything taught to her.
The mere thought of carrying his child made her feel peculiar—not quite disgusted like any human would feel about a night creature's child, but a strange blend of mortification, excitement, and nervous agitation.
The idea of him imagining her thighs sent a rush of heat spiraling through the place he had awakened in her, and she couldn't contain the flutter it caused deep inside.
"And you, too," he murmured. "What you're feeling, the reason you like it when I touch and kiss you—it's all part of the same thing. It's natural, Isa."
