She will carry my children.
My mouth moved harder against hers.
Our children will have shadows of their own, and she'll see every single one of them.
The image hit me so hard my breath stuttered—Nyomi round with my child, her hand on her belly, laughing at something I'd said while a small shadow curled protectively around her like smoke.
Fuck.
I groaned against her mouth and pulled her closer until there was no air between us.
My hands slid from her face down the column of her throat, and I felt her pulse hammering beneath my palms.
Fuck. I want to be inside of her. Right now. Right here in this war room with Tokyo glowing at our feet.
I broke the kiss and let my mouth drag down her jaw.
Slow.
Along the side of her neck.
Tasting the salt on her skin.
Breathing her in, that scent that gave me peace, that made the dragon in my blood go quiet and ravenous at the same time.
My lips found the bite marks on her shoulder.
Fuck. I want to mark her some more.
I kissed the first one.
Felt her tremble underneath my mouth.
I kissed the second.
Moaning, she dug her fingers into my back.
Then I opened my mouth over fresh skin—right beside the marks I'd already left—and let my teeth graze the surface.
I didn’t bite.
Not yet.
But the promise of it was on the sharp points of my teeth as I slipped them along her flesh.
The threat.
The edge of what I wanted to do to this woman who had just changed the entire axis of my world.
Oh, Tora. Why would you tell me what you could see? I’m already unhinged with you.
Her breath hitched. Her head tilted back, giving me more of her neck.
Surrendering it.
Yes. That's it. Give me—
A sound cut through the war room.
