96|Silver Eyes

~Elijah~

“Do you want to have children?” Rory asked, glancing up at me with those big brown eyes. Her cheeks were flushed from our previous coupling, hair wild from my tugging and pulling. The warmth of her naked body entangled with mine was heaven under the silk sheets.

“Children?” I repeated my thumb, drawing circles on the small of her back. “Plural?”

She hummed a yes, circling the crown of my nipple. She knew it was my tickle spot, but she loved tickling me. I caught her fingers and playfully bit them.

“Yeah.” She giggled, squirming. “Being an only child is sometimes lonely.”

I honestly wouldn’t know. I didn’t actually have a normal childhood. King Emilian was kind and did everything to give me what a child my age must have. But circumstances didn’t allow him to be a father like he did with Greco and Orme. He was forced to take me out of Lira to protect me.

I relished the way she talked about the future. A glow in her eyes only appears when she doesn’t worry about the prophecy or