The Enforcer gave a submissive dip of her head before leaving the two of them in the silence of the bedroom. "I'll be right outside, Roman. My ears are open," Blair whispered, pulling the heavy oak door shut.Roman moved to the edge of the mattress, his frame casting a long shadow. His gaze drank in her sleeping form—the Willow who had haunted his dreams for seven years. Her eyes, the color of a mountain lake, were hidden behind thick lashes. As her eyelids fluttered, he reached out, his calloused fingers grazing her skin with the reverence of a prayer. From her flushed cheeks to her soft, parted lips, and down the pale column of her throat, he traced her.He leaned down, burying his face in the crook of her neck. The scent hit him like a physical blow—honey and bright citrus, the signature of his mate. It acted like ice on the fever of his soul. His heart, usually a drum of war, found its rhythm again. My Willow. A low growl vibrated in his chest. Her skin was like silk, and her soft
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