“Oh, Gabe, yes, yes, yes!” I cried out, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, my body arching and shaking with the intensity of it all.I convulsed around him, pulling him deeper inside, the cool metal brushing my walls more firmly. Gabe grunted, his
**Gabe’s POV**The last few days had gone by like a blur. A beautiful blur in which I sometimes opened my eyes to stare at Evelina sleeping peacefully next to me just so I could reassure myself this was real and not an exquisite, perfect dream. We’d done nothing but lose ourselves in each other, my
Evelina's hands were planted firmly on the bed, her fingers digging into the sheets as I continued to pump into her. The sight of her beautiful, naked form was intoxicating, and I knew I could never tire of this view. "You're so beautiful," I murmured, my voice hoarse with desire. "I've never seen
“I would sooner claw my own heart out,” Vincent said solemnly. He shook his head with weary resignation. “Unfortunately the woman still is afraid of me. She’s…not receptive to my touch. But…I’m trying…” Vincent swallowed, looking at me hopefully. “I just have to be patient and show her I care about
**Gabe's POV**Evelina’s maternal grandfather must have been of the paranormal variety. That was the only plausible explanation for Sinclair paying a tidy bit of money to make sure everything remained hidden. Her grandmother had raised her two children, Marcos and Nikita Flores, as a single mother.
“Why do you need a laptop?” I queried, sitting down next to her to try and get a look at what she was doing. Evelina shot me a “look” but didn’t cover the screen. My eyebrows furrowed. I couldn’t understand a single symbol on the screen. “If you must know,” Evelina said with a sigh. “My leave ende
I shook my head, digging out my black credit card. “I mean your pendejo papa. You saw him financially abuse your mama, which is why you think like this.” I forced my credit card into her hand. She tore her gaze away from the screen to look at the card now resting over her palm. “Spend however muc
However, a few hours later, when I was in the middle of a meeting with my pack warriors in my pack offic, I realized why she’d spoken that way. “Mr. Rossi,” my banker said politely over the phone. “It seems…a woman who claims to be your mate…she’s at the dealership wanting to buy a car. Can we appr
“Perhaps you’re right,” I murmured, turning to look at the glowing pillars. “It looks like the inscription of the riddle is changing again,” I muttered, squinting to look up at it. "Fire and water, two halves of a whole," Evelina read aloud, her voice tinged with awe. "In balance they stand, united
“Alright,” I said, my voice steadying as I forced myself to focus. “It’s made of shadows, right? Maybe light can weaken it.” “Fire!” Evelina exclaimed, her palms lighting up as she spoke. I nodded, a plan forming in my mind. "I'll distract it while you blast it with fire. Let's do this." With a n
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the rumbling sound faded and the earth beneath our feet ceased to shake. We sat on the ground in stunned silence and I blinked rapidly, realizing that the dials had been reset and we would have to start from the beginning. I looked over at Evelina, her ex
**Gabe’s POV**I gazed at the pillars, feeling a sense of reverence wash over me. They stood tall and imposing, made of dark gray stone and covered in intricate carvings that seemed to tell a story of their own. I felt a strange pull towards them, as if they held some kind of ancient power. At the
“Your turn!” I called. “This is going to be easy for you, mi vida.” I knew the missing planks were there—places I’d nearly stepped into myself. “You already saw—” but I stopped speaking when I saw the mist begin to swirl furiously in front of my very eyes, covering the entire bridge in a shroud of d
**Gabe’s POV** I stood at the edge of the ancient bridge, dark mists around us, as my heart pounded against my ribcage. I looked down into the thick mist swirling around the chasm below. There was nothing but darkness under the bridge. The bridge stretched out in front of us, its wooden planks worn
"Here lay the knights of the Order, tasked with protecting the Sacred Flame," Sister Agnes explained. I stared at the tombs, realizing that there was much more to the story of the Sacred Flame than was told in the book. We were missing a key piece of information. Why would the Sacred Flame need pr
**Evelina's POV** Standing before us was Sister Agnes, a smile on her face. She did not seem at all threatened by or afraid of Gabe. “I knew you would come! I knew I would see you again!” she crowed excitedly, taking a step forward. Gabe let out another vicious snarl. I looked at Sister Agnes a
I took a step back arching a brow. “Tell me why we’re here, “ I insisted. Gabe sighed, before looking at me with resignation. “We’re here to find the witch of Avalon and obtain the Sacred Flame,” he relented, making the pit of my stomacch drop. Could I, a witch that held a part of Lilith inside