What Daddy Left Behind
I murmured, my voice thick with a sudden, overwhelming reverence.
I didn't wait for her to respond. I leaned down, framing her face with infinite care to avoid the dark bruising along her cheekbone, and captured her lips again.
This kiss was different. It wasn't born of the frantic, desperate terror of nearly losing her. It was a baptism. It was a deep, consuming, fiercely possessive sealing of our fates. I swept my tongue past her lips, tasting the salt of her tears, pouring every ounce of the unyielding devotion I possessed directly into her soul. She met my passion with a beautiful, desperate heat of her own, her unencumbered hand sliding up to tangle in the dark hair at the nape of my ne