It’s easy for everything else to fall to the wayside in this moment.
In this bright and shining moment, the pain and the fear and the agony strips away, curling from her like the edges of bark peeling from the tree. She is left new in its wake, molded into something restored in the heat of his love for her, and she wonders how she would have survived without him. He has shielded her heart. He has fortified her spine. He has helped her create a family. He is the core of everything now.
Her eyes brighten slightly, the tears washing away, leaving her face soft and naked and clean.
“I have a lot of pieces left to give you,” she murmurs, stepping into his embrace again, always hungering for it when she was away. There was something about his touch—something rough and calloused and yet perfectly gentle where she was concerned. She never felt the torn edges of it or the bruises across the knuckles or the danger he put himself in to earn them. She just felt the way they softened around her, cradling her face, pulling her close, helping her create a haven for their family—create a home.
Her lips find the edge of his jaw, roaming over the scaled edges of his face. It lights a soft fire in her belly, not that she was brave enough to tell him that. She wasn’t brave enough to tell him about the way that he turns her hot and cold, undoing her defenses and leaving her vulnerable before him. She had been many things in her life, but her favorite was his. “We did a pretty good job with Adna,” she muses into his skin, her voice breathy as she lips at the corner his mouth, the velvet there achingly perfect.
“Maybe we should have another.”
but there you go again, turning golden, right there in front of me
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