The realization hit Ella again—this man was going to put a child in her. His child.
Growing inside her. Her body, changing. Their baby.
Her breath trembled.
"Make me pregnant," she whispered, barely able to speak the words aloud.
Ross looked into her eyes, his hand brushing gently along the curve of her side. "I will."
He leaned in again, this time kissing her chest, just above her breast.
Ella's head tilted back, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
She was already warm between her thighs—aching, wanting.
This wasn't just an obligation anymore. It was desire. Purpose.
A craving as old as womanhood.
She lay back on the bed, and Ross followed.
Tonight wasn't just about sex.
It was about creation.
Ella didn't know what hit her when Ross pushed her onto the bed, his strength overwhelming yet thrilling.
Her breath caught in her throat the moment he spread her thighs and dipped his head between them.
