I’m not letting you go, Fiona,” he murmured before brushing his lips over hers. She tasted like heaven.
And his.
Only his.
“I’m not going anywhere.

She was his life, his everything.

There would never be anyone else. Not if he lived a thousand lifetimes.

Cupping one of her cheeks, he swiped at the wetness. “Would you want to live without me?”
Tears flowing freely, she shook her head.
“Then don’t expect me to live without you. You’re mine, Fiona. Have been from the moment I laid eyes on you, from the moment you tried to warn me off fighting your brother because you were worried I’d get hurt. Don’t you dare expect me to live a life without you! You go into the afterlife? So do I. Simple as that. If we have a day left, I want to enjoy every second of it with you.

Want to feel you come around my cock,” he whispered darkly. “Want to hear you say you’re mine.” There was that bite of darkness to his words again.
“I’m yours.” She could never be anyone else’s. That was a fact she knew without a doubt.
“Say it again.” He thrust harder.
“I’m yours, Ian.”
He growled again, the sound as untamed as the male himself…

She couldn’t walk away from him again. Her heart couldn’t take it and she didn’t think his could either. When she'd left him, it had been like cutting off a limb. And she had, essentially. Because Ian was a part of her, embedded in her skin, her soul.