“Come in Zale.” She calls, and I open the door and feel the floor shift under me at the scene that lays before me.Willow is dressed in a soft green sheer silk nightgown, her hair out and brushed in soft waves. She’s standing by my chest of draws, having lit a few scentless candles, with her arm stretched out to me, her hand beckoning me to come to her.She is exquisite.I am not worthy of her and yet, I will kill anyone that tries to take her from me.“You look…” I struggle for the right words as I step into the room and towards her stretch out hand. The second my palm slides against hers, the moment the warmth of her skin and tingles of our bond hit, the word comes to me.“Mine.” I growl.“Mine.” She growls back with a gently smile and leans her head back in surrender, showing me her neck. I don’t think, I don’t wait, I just pull her into me, one hand pulling her under my arm while the other cups the back of her head, our lips clashing in a firm, urgent kiss of want and ownership.S
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