“Please… say you’re mine.” I nod rapidly, my hands gliding along his face. “Always. Forever.” A harsh breath pushes past his lips, and he shakes. “Say it.” My eyes pop open, locking with his as I grip and hold him still, whispering, “I swear.” Noah doesn’t hesitate. His mouth crushes mine. His kiss is hard and deep. It’s devastating and awakening. It’s claiming. His kiss is a promise from his soul to mine that no matter what happens, this is home. He is home.
