My mouth meets hers with a hunger that’s been building since I first saw her sitting on our bed, looking lost and broken. She melts against me. A soft sound of surrender catches in her throat as my tongue pushes into her mouth.
I want to devour her. To consume her doubt and fear and replace it with the bone-deep certainty that she is mine and I am hers and nothing—nothing—will ever change that.
She moans when I lay her back on the bed. My body covers hers like a shield against all the darkness in the world.
Including the darkness in me.
“I missed you,” she breathes as I trail kisses down her throat, lingering over her pulse point where her heart thuds with growing arousal. “Even when you were right here, I missed you.”
“I know.” I tug her shirt over her head and cast it aside. “I’m he
