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His fingers thrust into my hair and his head dipped closer, so close his forehead touched mine. “Say it again.”

“I want you,” I whispered. “Only you.”

His mouth slammed down on mine, and he kissed me like the animal he was, not holding anything back. I curled my arms around his neck, and he hauled me off the ground, throwing my legs around his waist and prowled across the room. Everyone was watching us, I felt their eyes following, and I didn’t care. I didn’t care who had witnessed me begging for Warrick to forgive me. I was in his arms, and he was kissing me, and that was all that mattered.

He walked out the back of the building and across the yard to the clubhouse, through the doors and down the stairs, taking me belowground to the den. He kicked his bedroom door shut behind us and a moment later, we dropped to his bed.

He covered me with his body, looking down at me. “Thought I’d lost you,” he said, low and harsh.

I gripped the sides of his face. “I was trying to help Rose. Clayton offered to help if I married him, but I never wanted him. I fucked up. I’m so sorry.”

His eyes darkened. “You’re mine now, dove. I let you go, and you came back. That means you’re mine. No going back now.”

That should scare the hell out of me. It didn’t. “And you’re mine.”

His nostrils flared. “Yeah, I fucking am.” Then he yanked at the front of my jeans, undoing them, and tore them down my legs. He tossed them and my boots aside as my hands dropped to the front of his pants and I undid them with shaky fingers, then pushed them down to free his cock.

His hand dropped between us, cupping me, fingers sliding through my folds, checking if I was ready for him. I was more than ready.

Warrick bared his teeth. “Pussy so fucking wet. You want me, dove, you will always want me and I’ll always want you.”

“Yes,” I said and rubbed up against him.

With a vicious animalistic sound, he hooked my knee over his arm, holding me open wide, then reached between us and took himself in hand. He glided the head over me, and I arched against him, trying to get him where I needed him so badly.

“You know why, don’t you, dove? You know why we can’t stay away from each other?”

I did, but I’d been too scared to even think it.

“My dove was made for me.” He held both sides of my face, hands shaking, and stared into my eyes. “I’ve waited a thousand years for you, Willow. You have no idea, none. My life was nothing but rage and pain and fire. I never even let myself imagine leaving Hell,” he growled. “And I sure as fuck never dreamed a female like you could exist. First time I saw you, all this fucking gorgeous red hair, eyes full of fire, and a heart full of courage, I knew you were mine.”

I stared up at him, struggling to breathe. He was decimating that wall I’d lived behind one word at a time.

“You make me whole, dove. I don’t need a soul, because that’s what you are. You’re my fucking soul.” Then he said to me those same harsh words in his language he had several times before.

My eyes stung and I fought back the tears. Warrick was my lifeline, my everything, and over the coming months, I knew he’d be the one to keep me sane when my world felt like it was falling apart.

He deserved the truth. He deserved everything from me.

I smiled up at him, cupping his bearded cheek. “And you’re my heart.”

Chapter 26

Warrick

My dove stared up at me with tears in her eyes, and I struggled to fill my lungs with oxygen. Her heart? Me? A brutal, demanding animal who struggled to find fucking words around this female, and she called me her heart?

For the first time in my life, my lack of soul, my inability to give her what she deserved—to understand and return love—tormented me.

“Kiss me,” she whispered.

I fell on her mouth like a beast starved, giving her what she asked for and taking what I needed in return, kissing her hard and deep. I didn’t understand what was happening inside me, what I was feeling, but it was a fucking good feeling, and I tried to show her with that kiss, because I sure as fuck didn’t know how to tell her in words.

From this moment on, she was never leaving my side. I’d spend every moment of my life making sure she knew she came first, in everything, always.

Her leg around my waist tightened, and my cock ached to get inside her.

“Please,” she said against my lips. “Take me.”