He's the 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 knight.
She's the 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥.
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BOOK 1 | CELESTIAL FLAMES SAGA
⚜️ PLOT ⚜️
Tormented by his curse, 𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐑, a Changeling raised among the Unseelie Fairies, hunts Demons. The world he lives in, Draiganteor, is populated by al...
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NOW I UNDERSTAND the origin of Raor's hatred of his hands, the shame he manifests over the burns, the agitation of when he scratches them... the unconscious returns there. To the first horror of his life.
"Enough heaviness now. I want to spend a nice morning with you," he says in a more cheerful tone. "I'm all yours today. What would you like to do?"
"There's no need to pretend to be fine..."
"I'm not pretending, Gaz. Seriously, I want to change the conversation."
I comply with his wishes. I am shaken by his revelation, however, he needs more. He is asking me to help him distract himself. Earlier a nice atmosphere had been created; I enjoy chatting with him, answering his questions and waging war on each other without ever losing that pinch of spice that characterizes us.
I lift myself off the ground and incite him to get up, dragging him along. I lead his hand to my thighs in which clouds are tattooed, urge him to lift the hem of my robe. I pause. No, it is unfair to think about sex now that he has confessed such a serious fact to me....
"Do you want me to pull down your panties, Gaz?" he teases me. I'm seeing again the serene smile from before, when we had breakfast.
"Do you?"
Not even time to finish the question, that Raor's lips pounce on mine; I feel his grip on the nape of my neck, the warm tongue asking permission to enter. The intensity of our rhythm grows in tandem with the boldness. I needed to be kissed like this, and my sincere desire immediately blossoms. The gentle touch of his fingertips rests on my buttocks, squeezes them, the rhythm of my heart becomes frantic. His shirt falls to the floor.
