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Page 126 of Avalon Tower

Have you thought of me before while you pleasured yourself?

“Often,” I say out loud.

I want to hear you moan.

He grabs me by the waist, pulling me closer to him. I can still hear his thoughts, but they’re basically incoherent at this point, and the only fragment I get is want you.

Slowly, carefully, he slides into me. I gasp at the size of him as he sheathes himself in me, one inch at a time. “Raphael.”

My desire for you will burn me alive.

His metallic eyes pierce me, searching me. A pleasure that is painfully intense grips my body as he fills me completely.

“Nia.” He says my name like a prayer.

I will lose myself in your heat.

He moves slowly, and I twist my fingers in his hair, breathing hard. My desire feels incendiary, dangerous.

You’ll be the end of me.

When he leans down to claim my mouth, I feel perfectly connected with him. With the way he’s kissing me, fucking me slowly and carefully, I know exactly how he feels. I am filled with a sense of being cared for, as if his healing magic were pouring into me, stroking and caressing me. The erotic caress of his magic slips around me.

“I’ve thought of this for so long,” he whispers. “Of you.”

Rocking with pleasure, I move my hips against him, seeking release. His fingers curl into my hair, tugging it a little bit, He moves faster now, thrusting into me, and his eyes meet mine.

“Nia.” My name is a whisper on his tongue.

I wrap myself around him, hands dancing over the hard muscles of his back. His lips meet mine again, kissing me as I seek my pleasure.

My body clenches around him, thighs tightening, fingernails raking down his back as he reaches his pleasure at the same time as I find mine. My back arches, and stars dance in my vision. As my orgasm crashes through me, my mind goes blank. I wrap my legs around his hips, never wanting to let him go.

“Raphael,” I gasp.

His eyes search mine, and he brushes a damp lock of hair from my face.

“Who could blame us?” he whispers. “We had to stay warm.”

One week later.

I stand, staring through the spyglass. This time, Silver Fox and Rosy Cheeks are on guard.

We’ve spent the entire week giving them a bit of a show, every now and then making out in front of the window, just a couple of newlyweds. And I actually felt like a newlywed at this point because the moment Caradoc’s lights go off, Raphael pulls me into bed and starts stripping away my clothes.

Not that I’m complaining.

The door creaks open, and I turn to see Raphael standing in the doorway. His expression is grim.

My heart kicks up a notch. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m afraid our honeymoon is over. I’ve just met with Ginevra. She brought an update from MI-13. They say that one of the task forces was discovered.”

My stomach swoops. “Which?” I think of Serana and Tana, my heart clenching with fear.

“The sixth. A new agent named Benedict and a knight named Aldous. The only good news is that they didn’t allow themselves to be taken alive. They slit their own throats before the Fey could torture them for intel.”

I knew Benedict. He was sweet, shy, with a surreal sense of humor. I cannot in my wildest dreams imagine him slitting his own throat. Did Aldous have to do it for him?




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