“Never again,” he whispered, his voice rough with an edge of the wildness she’d seen in his eyes. It sent a delicious shiver down her spine.
“They will die a thousand deaths,” he murmured, almost gently as his thumb traced the line of her jaw, “before they ever touch a single hair on your head again.”
And then, with that deathly vow still echoing in her heart, he pressed his lips to her fluttering pulse.
“I promise,” his lips wrote against her skin.