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416 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 25, 2021
"You made your bed, wizard. Now you must lie in it."
"So long as I'm not chained to it," he said with a half smile . . .
"Not unless we're enjoying chained to it," she corrected . . . "Oh, Gabriel," she sighed with needy pleasure. . .
"I'd rather lie on you," he murmured with a wicked smile . . .
It felt like yesterday and forever since he'd been inside her. So long since he'd marked her with his magic, so indelibly that it had settled into her bones and blood, forever calling her back to him.
And him to her.
Her hips lifted as she welcomed him in, bringing him home, wrapping him in her magic as his flowed into and out of her, surging with a silvery tide that eroded all her doubts and fears.
This was right.
This was meant.
Back and forth.
Water and fire.
Silver and crimson.
Wizard and familiar.
“You don’t understand, Gabriel. I can never be free of you. It’s too late. Even if you sent me to the other side of the world, I’d find a way back to you.”
“You felt something, too,” he murmured. “I think that’s part of why you ran. You were afraid of this powerful thing between us.”
“It’s just that…” He trailed off, seeing something in her face. “I won’t use you, Nic. Not for sex, not for magic, not for anything. I do want you. Even if you put on those cosmetics and a pretty dress, I couldn’t want you more than I already do… It was foolish of me to try to hide that from you. But wanting you isn’t enough.”
“I am not so comfortable in my skin as you are,” he observed wryly, bending to shuck his pants.
“You’ve clearly had lovers,” she noted, rather touched by his shyness. Or was it another gambit to soften her? “Surely you’ve been naked in front of women before.”
“Yes.” He joined her on the bed before she got a good look at the rest of him. “But I’m chagrined to note that your good opinion seems to matter.”
Her lips parted, only breath hissing out. “I take it back. You are a fool.”
He grinned at her. “I prefer ‘confident risk-taker.’”
“You seem more like a lazy procrastinator to me,” she taunted. “All talk and no action.”
“You like to pretend that you’re so practical and hard-hearted, but you have a depth of compassion in you, Nic. You feel everything so deeply—probably that’s why you developed such a hard shell. But that shell is a construct, not who you truly are.”