against her temple. “Touch her and I’ll break every fucking bone in your hand,” I murmured. The words came out with soft brushes against her skin, belying the absolute savagery of how much I meant them. Because it’s what I’d wanted to say. It’s what I’d wanted to do. If I didn’t get to touch her—this wild, fearless creature that was almost, but not quite, mine—then I couldn’t imagine anyone else doing it either.
