“Aware of every breath, every movement, I sat in his lap. His hands braced my hips as I studied his face. "And now I want you to know, Rhysand, that I love you. I want you to know…” His lips trembled, and I brushed away the tear that escaped down his cheek. “I want you to know,” I whispered, “that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you. And I am honored - honored to be your mate.”
Preliminary sketch for the above passage.