Sir Galahad comes out of his shell when a fallen angel catches his attention.
"What is your intent, angel?"
"My intent is pure."
He laughed in that instant, a musical laugh to be sure, and he shook his head. "Based on what I see in your eyes, I think not." His hands unclasped from mine and slid around my waist, pulling me against his well-defined chest. The strong beat of his heart resounding through my corset, each beat a step further into eternal damnation.
Warning: Contains graphic sexual content not suitable for anyone under 18.
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