"I might be brutal in my actions, but trust me, Angel—there's a sanity that comes with you. You tame the beast in me," Kalix murmured, his breath warm against her skin. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his grip tightening around her curves as if grounding himself in her presence.
"But if it still scares you," he continued, voice softer now, "then I'll never let you see that side of me."
Winter's heart fluttered at the raw honesty in his words. Slowly, almost instinctively, she tilted her head, granting him silent permission.
"I'm trying, Angel," he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss against her pulse. "To be the father our daughter needs. The man you deserve. And I promise—I'll be that man someday."
Heat rushed through her body, scattering her thoughts. Her fingers slipped into his silky hair while her other hand clutched his on her waist, steadying herself against the storm of emotions he ignited within her.
