Caution to the Wind (The Fallen Men, #7)

by Giana Darling

“Rocky,” I murmured, smoothin’ her wet hair away from her face so I could press a kiss to her forehead. “You’re the one who keeps savin’ me.”

“No,” she swore fiercely. “It’s you. Because in all the darkest moments of my life, even lying in a fucking grave, the possibility of seeing you...

When we broke apart, I kept her clasped to me and made a private vow I wouldn’t go another fuckin’ day without Mei Zhen Marchand by my side.

“I love you,” I confessed, reachin’ between our bodies to wrench open the button-up, poppin’ buttons ’til I could reveal the fresh tattoo I’d got for her. “You got your teeth and claws in me, and I’m never lettin’ you go, you hear me? I’ve been a fool for most of my life, but I know how fuckin’ lucky I am to have the love of a woman as fierce and fuckin’ perfect as you. You hear me? I’ll scream it from the fuckin’ roof. I love you,” I ended on a roar.

“Henning,” she whispered, the tears still comin’ but softer now, and there was a new kinda fear in her eyes. “I don’t know if I deserve that.” “You deserve everythin’, and I’m gonna be the one to give it to you,” I swore...

“I happen to like the taste of blood,” I reminded her in a voice thick with remembered lust. “And I don’t give a fuck about anythin’ in your past or mine anymore, you hear me? I would wade through a lake of blood for you. I would dig ’til the bowels of hell opened under my raw, stingin’ hands. I would cut out my own heart and would barter with Satan himself if it meant keepin’ you safe. You’re mine if you’ll say I’m yours, and I’m keepin’ you forever.”

yours.”

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