She marveled at the magic of it. Like there was something far bigger than themselves binding them together. Working like a fiery spell. “Rune.” He spoke her name like an incantation. “Rune.” His fingers plunged into her hair. “If you don’t slow down, I’m going to—” She cradled his face in her hands. “I want you to, my love.” His eyes gazed up at her, tender, defiant. Trying to resist. To hold off and wait for her.
