***The Fall - Book 2 picks up where Book 1 left off***
Réa, a half-human, half-Seraph, has spent her entire life locked in a tower, haunted by visions of a man in pain. Unbeknownst to her, this tortured soul is Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Soldie...
"Present time!" Réa declares when we arrive in her suite.
I grin and chuckle at her enthusiasm. "I already got the best present," I reply, placing my hands on her hips and pulling her close for a kiss. "Although if you wanted to repeat last night...and this morning...I wouldn't argue."
"You big flirt...you're insatiable!" she laughs, even as I hear her heartbeat pick up.
"Only for you," I reply. "And I'm not hearing a 'no'...."
"Bucky, you can't possibly wan—" Her sentence cuts off and her breath hitches as I press kisses along her jaw to the sensitive spot below her ear. "Oh, god," she gasps, bringing her body flush against mine, a quiet mewl slipping from her as my hardness presses against her.
I lift my head and meet her eyes. "What do you want, Réa?"
"You. I want you." She swallows audibly. "I just...give me a few minutes?"
"Do you have another one of those bow things? Because I feel like you do." She nods, and I continue. "As much as I enjoy seeing you wrapped up in those, would you save it? For another time? Because I'd really like to just take you to bed right now."
"I...can I give you just one of your presents first? Please?"
"Sure, doll."
"I'll be right back." She darts into her bedroom, returning several moments later, carrying a square package wrapped in gold paper. "Here," she hands it to me.
I take it and unwrap a black, leatherbound book; my initials are embossed on the front in a coppery, metallic shade. I open the cover, turning to the first page and reading the handwritten inscription.
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To the one person who will always have all of me...here's all of me. Is ghrá liom thú...i gcónaí agus go deo.
Intrigued, I turn the page, and my breath catches.
There are four vertical photos—two on each page—of three little, fabric-covered buttons; the back of one of Réa's stockings, from calf to foot, showcasing the seam that drives me wild; a frilly, lace cuff of what I assume is a robe; Réa's bra strap slipping down her arm.
