Suddenly, a hand slips around my waist, presses flat against my stomach. I catch a breath. A single tug, and I’m drawn back against a warm, broad chest. Breath tickles my ear, and another hand touches my jaw, gently trails down my throat. “I will come to you.” His mouth rests just against my ear, his voice low and deep: “Should you need me. For any reason. Not for Obligation, only for need.” I’m shaking, shuddering. But he holds me closer, as though he can hold me together, keep me from bursting into a million pieces. “Call my name,” he whispers. “I will come to you. From anywhere in all the
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