“You want this?” His voice was hoarse. “Yes,” she said. “Do you?” His finger traced the outline of her mouth. “For this I would have been damned forever. For this I would have given up everything.” She felt the burn behind her eyes, the pressure of tears, and blinked wet eyelashes. “Will . . .” “Dw i’n dy garu di am byth,” he said. “I love you. Always.” And he moved to cover her body with his own.
