Remember that,” he groaned. “And tell everyone you know.
Nalini SinghDearest Matthew,
We buried your father today. Do you know what his last words were to me? “Damn stubborn woman.
She stepped out of reach. “Go put on a shirt and get your mind out of bed.”
“Impossible with you around.”
“Pretend I’m holding a rifle. In fact, pretend I have you in the crosshairs.”
Janvier sighed, rubbing at a jaw shadowed by morning stubble. “I love it when you talk dirty.
Most of those men don’t want to sleep with you,” he said in blunt rebuttal. “I reserve the right to introduce my fist to the faces of the ones who do.
Nalini SinghIllium sonrió, desvengonzado.
-¿Queréis intentarlo de nuevo? Me moveré más despacio (ambos sois mucho más viejos, después de todo) -Las últimas palabras fueron un susurro conspirador.
Galen miró a Rafael.
-¿Cómo ha sobrevivido todo este tiempo?
-Nadie puede atraparlo.
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Illium grinned, unrepentant. “Want to try again? I’ll move extra slow — you are both so much older, after all.” The last words were a conspiratorial whisper.
Galen glanced at Raphael. “How has he survived this long?”
“No one can catch him.
God, I love your skin.”
“My skin?” She glanced uncomprehendingly at her own arm when he rose from nibbling at her. “It’s brown.”
“It’s melted chocolate and coffee with cream, exotic as the fucking desert, and so damn erotic. I have wet dreams about you naked on my sheets, your skin smooth and hot from the sun’s rays.”
She swallowed, chest heaving. “You make me sound edible.”
He purred. “You are.
However," he continued when she remained silent, her throat a knot of emotion, "it seems Montgomery could not help himself when it came to this vase. I'm afraid he has a weakness for beautiful things and has been known to relocate an item if he feels it is not being accorded the proper appreciation. Once he 'relocated' an ancient sculpture from the home of another archangel.
Nalini SinghTag: elena montgomery raphael
Excuse me. I think you must’ve accidentally used the wrong pronoun.”
The growl that rumbled up out of his chest was loud enough to rattle the water glass on the bedside table.
“Fine, you can stand in the corner and cheer while I kill him.
When he put the old-fashioned mechanical toy on her palm, she stopped breathing. It was a tiny representation of an atom, complete with colored ball bearings standing in for neutrons, protons, and on the outside, arranged on arcs of fine wire, electrons. Turning the key on the side made the electrons move, what she’d thought were ball bearings actually finely crafted spheres of glass that sparked with color. A brilliant, thoughtful, wonderful gift for a physics major.
“Why magnesium?” she asked, identifying the atomic number of the light metal. His hand on her jaw, his mouth on her own. “Because it’s beautifully explosive, just like my X.
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