“Mine,” he said quietly.
I stared into his eyes as he withdrew inch by inch until only his tip was in me before sliding back in.
“Yours,” I whispered.
The path stretching before us was one of darkness, a life of blood and death and danger, a future of always watching my back, of knowing every day could be Luca’s last, of fearing that one day I might have to watch him receive a lethal injection. But this was my world and Luca was my man, and I would go this path with him until the bitter end.
As he made love to me, I touched my hand to the tattoo over his heart, felt his heart beating against my palm. I smiled. “Mine.”
“Always,” Luca said.
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