Laura’s fingers tangled in my hair as I kissed her, slow and deep, pouring everything I couldn’t say into it. Her body arched into mine and I groaned, my hands falling to her hips. She was here, she was safe, and for now, that was enough.
“Talon,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need and fear and everything in between. “I can’t lose you again. I can’t.”
“You won’t,” I murmured, my lips trailing down to her collarbone. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
Her hands gripped the edges of my cut, pushing it off my shoulders and then moving to the hem of my shirt. I pulled it over my head, tossing it aside, and her palms found my chest, her fingers tracing the scars and ink that marked my skin. She knew every one of them now, every story they told, and yet she still looked at me like
