Page 232 of Dance of Defiance

“That’s more fucking like it,” I groan. I grab his hand, yanking him to his feet and wrapping my arms around him. His forehead presses to mine as we look into each other's eyes and breathe the same air.

“Hellyeah,wreckage,” I growl quietly. “I’ll marry you.”

His mouth slams to mine, and I moan as my fingers slide into his hair, crushing him harder to my mouth so I can taste every fucking bit of him—the man I love.

The man who will roar in defiance at the darkness with me.

The man who completes me.

The man who loves me back.

And all is fucking right with the world.