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Apair of obsidianwings wrapped around me, expelling the coldness in my bones.
I touched the glossy feathers as if they were my jewels. My trembling fingers moved to caress the hard ridge of the wing, and Héctor shivered.
“Lamb,” he murmured.
I choked back a sob. “Héctor.”
“I’m here, lamb. I’m here.”
“I’m in Hell. Do you know?”
“I’ll bring you back,” he said fiercely. “I’ll bring you home. I have the power to bring back the dead.”
I wasn’t dead, but I didn’t tell him so. I wanted him to move on and live his life.
“Don’t come for me,” I warned. “If you come, you’ll die here.”
“Don’t worry about me, love.”
I sighed. “I’m not worth it anyway. I know you’ll never forgive me, but I want you to know how sorry I was. I still am. I love you, Héctor. I always do and always will.”
“Fuss no more, lamb,” he ordered. “You’re everything to me, but we don’t have much time. I’ve tried everything in my power to reach you in the Dreaming, just as we first met.”
I would live for this if I could constantly have him in my dreams.
“I’m cold, Héctor. Hold me, please.”
He pressed me to him, his face burying between my shoulder and neck as he inhaled my scent.
I had no concept of where we were, but we weren’t in his house at the edge of the Academy. As I blinked, a familiar scene reeled back.
An opulent apartment in a skyscraper. A lush park on one side, and blocks burning in the distance on the other side. Clusters of fire sparked on the streets and buildings. Plumes of smoke drifting into the windy sky.
Even the burning view comforted me because it was the world I knew.
This was Héctor’s Manhattan apartment, where we had first mated in the Dreaming.
And now Héctor and I were skin to skin again. It was delicious. It was precious.
Hadn’t he said that there wasn’t much time left for us?
“I need you,” I whispered, lust searing me. “I miss you so much.”
He knew what I needed.
I lay on the rug with his feathers beneath me. He hovered above me with his elbows supporting his weight so he wouldn’t crush me. Every second of the day, my Héctor was protective and possessive toward me.
I writhed beneath him, gazing at his handsome face before my eyes dipped to his taut muscles rippling across his perfect torso.
Héctor’s control slipped away. As he lowered himself to me, a lock of dark hair dropped into his eyes, which had once held the mysteries of the galaxies. Now they were burning with desire for me—more than just lust.
His sensual mouth crashed into mine, his tongue invading through my parted lips with hunger, echoing my raw need. Our tongues dueled; pleasure lapped at me.
I spread my legs wider, in desperate need of him. I needed to feel him inside me, to have his cock buried deep in my heat.
We’d done this once in a Dreaming, and I hoped in the future we’d do it again and again. It seemed that our relationship had started with a dream. It would end with a dream, too. No, I wanted this to never end.