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Lana with another man tore his insides apart. There was more. When he first joined their bodies, he’d been gripped by the intense desire to plant his seed in her...watch her belly grow with his child. The emotion was so unexpected it had struck him with virtually as much force as an Ahkran bolt.
    One other female had evoked these distinct emotions. Gabriella. The only angel he’d ever loved. He watched the water swirl around his fingers as an old ache squeezed his heart. She’d been an angel warrior like himself, but better—purer of heart. A fatal Ahkran attack had taken her life thirty years ago. His hand tightened into a painful fist until he realized his nails were cutting into his palm. He turned off the water and began the jets.
    He’d kept Lana in his condo for five nights, provided her with new clothes and unlimited access so she could come and go as she pleased. Though she’d only gone out a handful of times for a few hours. This morning would be the last hours together before his out-of-state assignment.
    He sensed her walk into the bathroom before her hand stroked one of his wings.
    “You’re really insatiable, Julien,” she said with a chuckle.
    She was referring to the torrid lovemaking session a few days ago that began in the shower and ended in the tub. He had taken his time stimulating her with the spray jets on a massage setting, aimed mostly at her breasts and her pussy. At the same time, his fingers stroked the folds of her sex and helped bring her to a quick, strong orgasm. She collapsed against him but he gave her little pause. He took her standing up, her body facing the jets. Her slick heat milked his cock as he plunged to the hilt. He experienced a painful longing to possess this woman. Body and soul.
    Julien shook himself free of his reverie and felt his erection push against his slacks. He stood and brushed the full curve of her bottom lip with his thumb before tracing the delicate curve of her neck to the rosy mark. His teeth had left several other marks on her lovely body. A jab of guilt poked him. He’d been a bit too rough.
    He tugged the silk belt of her robe and pushed the garment from her shoulders. “The bath is just for you, sweetness. To soothe the aches from your body.” He took her in his arms and lowered her into the bubbling water.
    The golden-brown eyes dimmed as they beseeched him. “I’m fine. We’ve only got a few hours.”
    He’d been meaning to talk to her after her bath but the sadness in her eyes made his heart twist painfully. He unzipped his slacks and kicked them off. When he got into the tub he pulled her body against his, her legs wrapped around him.
    He brushed his mouth over hers gently, felt the tremble of her bottom lip. When he pulled back her eyes were moist.
    He cupped her face. “Lana, I’m going away for a couple of weeks as I told you, and when I return I want to see you again.”
    She drew in a heavy breath and met his gaze. “There’s no point in that, Julien. We both know that we can’t pursue a long-term relationship. I’m human—”
    “I know, sweetness. There’s a solution.”
    Her hands tightened on his shoulders. “What’s that?”
    He glided his hand up to the region between her shoulder blades as a smile curved his mouth. “You’ve always wanted to have wings, right?”
    Her brow furrowed. “Yes, but I don’t get what that has to do with...” Her voice trailed off as her eyes widened. “You’re not talking about a transformation are you?”
    “That’s my proposal.”
    When she made to talk he pressed a finger to her lips. “Don’t respond now. Go home and think about it. Keep the keys to my place and come to me with a decision.”
    He felt a tremble go through her as a tear coursed down her cheek. “Julien...I...are you sure?”
    He wiped the wet streak and tilted her face up to hold her gaze. “I know what I want.” Every bone in his body—heck his very soul—wanted Lana to accept his proposal. But he