He blinked a few times before focusing on the golden eyes on the lioness who had her head pillowed on his chest. “Mira.” Her answering purr resounded deep inside his chest and seemed to settle in his heart. God, he loved this woman. He reached up and caressed the top of her head, petting her. Both the cat and the woman would be soothed by the rhythmic strokes. Her eyes closed. The rumbly sounds she made deepened, reflecting her approval. He grinned. A part of him found the sight of a lioness half sprawled over his chest with her tail swishing softly against the brown blanket they’d used as their bed last night amusing. A few months ago, he would’ve openly laughed at anyone who told him he’d find the love of his life in a woman who could rip his throat out with her fangs. But he couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. Mira was his world. He knew his every thought, every action from now until the day he took his last breath would start and end with this beautiful female. He swallowed his declaration of love.
