The Sentinel's Vow
Anna smiled—a slow, breathtaking expression that lit up her entire face, chasing away every shadow that had ever touched her life.
She reached up, her soft fingers coming behind my neck, pulling my head down until her warm lips met mine.
The kiss was slow, deep, and heavy with a quiet, possessive warmth that set my blood humming. It was the kiss of a long, unbreakable marriage forged in fire, tested by violence, and settled in absolute, permanent peace.
I wrapped my heavy arm around her back, holding her small frame against my heart, feeling the steady, rhythmic pulse of her life aligned perfectly with mine.