by Bonnie Lamer
A shiver of excitement travels up my spine. “I want to run my nails over your taut back as I pull you as close to me as possible. I want to feel every part of your body under my hands and mouth. Just tell me where you want to go.”
With a low groan, Kallen swings me into his arms. “I know the perfect place,” he says in a voice laden with desire. His lips meet mine again and I suddenly don’t care where we are. He could make love to me on the terrace and that would be fine with me. Because right now, at this very moment, all is right in the universe.
Tomorrow will be another day with more trials and tribulations, but tonight, I am going to make love to my own true love with an abandon that will consume both of us. I don’t care right now about Witches or familiars or dark magic. I don’t care if there are people in our lives that will have to work so very hard to find moments like these. I only care about the fact that the love between Kallen and me is perfect. No matter what life has in store for us, he and I are forever. We will make sure of it.
I know it’s only a brief reprieve, this precious, perfect moment. I know I have to check on the Witches very soon and I have to help my biological father and his wife find their way back to each other. I know that things will not be easy here while Garren convinces Isla that she still loves him. But those things are for another moment in time. Not this one.
