Cara
Jace’s lips hovered over mine, a whisper of heat, a promise. His breath mingled with mine, uneven, and for a heartbeat I thought he might pull away, retreat back into the storm of his thoughts.
But then his mouth claimed mine.
It wasn’t the careful kiss of earlier, when he’d been afraid of breaking me. This was deeper, hungry, full of all the emotions he couldn’t put into words—grief, fury, need, love. His hands framed my face, calloused thumbs brushing my cheeks as though he couldn’t get close enough.
I melted into him, my body molding to his like it had always belonged there. The bond between us pulsed, hot and alive, filling me with a fierce certainty: this was where I was meant to be. With him. Always with him.
When he broke the kiss, his forehead pressed to mine, his voice w
