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Eight four

I couldn’t believe how much Rafe made me happy. It was like he was a completely different person after the whole bomb blast happened. Tears of happiness blurred my vision. I went willingly into his arms, losing myself in his drugging kiss, in the overwhelming rightness of this moment. With the faeries' tinkling laughter a musical backdrop to our passion, we sank down onto the mossy bank in a tangle of eager limbs, ready to make a new memory in this secret haven. One of healing, hope, and unshakable love.

Rafe's warm hands cradled my face as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing the seam of my lips until I opened for him on a sigh. My own hands roamed the sculpted muscles of his back, feeling them flex beneath my fingertips. He tasted of dark spice and smoldering need, igniting an answering hunger low in my belly.

With a groan, Rafe broke the kiss to trail his lips along my jaw, down the sensitive column of my throat. "You're so beautiful," he murmured against my skin. "