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had wondered what Eva’s skin would feel like ever since the first moment he and his brethren had sensed her. Her essence called to him above all of his brethren. The luscious little creature was single with no family to call her own. All signs had pointed to her being a possible mate. And when he’d touched her flesh earlier tonight he’d known. She was his .
    Now came the difficult part. Convincing her.
    He shot off the couch with the fluid grace representative of his people. Humans seemed so much clumsier in comparison, like untrained children. But not Eva. She moved with the agility of a dancer. With her full breasts, curvy hips, and long, lean legs, not to mention the sharp intellect and bravery she’d displayed, she seemed the perfect match for him. He could well imagine soaring high in the air with her in his arms, her legs wrapped tight around his waist while he thrust into her warm, willing body.
    With a muttered curse at the direction of his thoughts, Michael strode toward the window and resumed his watch for sentinels. When Eva had insisted on preparing the couch for him, he’d decided against telling her he didn’t plan on sleeping this night. Angels could go days without rest if need be, and he didn’t dare lower his guard while his beloved slumbered just yards away. He’d already lost one mate to his former brethren, and he wasn’t about to lose another. But knowing that he would stay awake might have made her too nervous to seek her own rest, and she needed it. Especially if she chose to join him on his journey.
    From what he’d witnessed of Eva tonight, she trusted her instincts. That was an admirable trait, and one he hoped would ultimately work in his favor. Given enough time, he would be able to demonstrate all the reasons why she would wish to be mated to him.
    And there was no mistake about it. She would be his mate.
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
     
    E va had always loved dreaming. In dreams you could act in ways you normally never would in real life. This was one of those dreams.
    She was at a masked ball. But other than the elaborate feather mask she wore, the only other article of clothing she had on was her button-down shirt. A few masked figures tried to entice her into dancing, but she only had eyes for one man. He stood across the crowded ballroom, a mask covering the upper portion of his face. One side of it was white, the other black, just like the mismatched wings he wore on his bare back.
    She stepped toward him, and the crowd seemed to melt away. Trembling footsteps carried her forward.
    He met her halfway, murmuring, "Care to fly?"
    The masked man oozed danger and excitement. She hovered uncertainly. Should she refuse or accept? In the end, her hand moved of its own volition, closing over the palm he held out to her. One quick tug and she was in his arms, soaring across the ballroom at a speed that felt like her feet weren’t touching the ground. It was almost as exhilarating as it was terrifying.
    Eva squeezed her eyes shut. "Too fast."
    The man uttered a throaty laugh, bending to whisper in her ear. "Some of the best things happen that way."
    She uttered a gasp when her back made contact with a soft surface. Before she could speak his lips covered hers, devouring her with fiery kisses. Her limbs melted, her body rendered boneless. She was nothing more than a mass of sensation, accepting pleasure as it was given to her. Deep, passionate kisses. A whisper of a touch along her side. Her sleep shirt dissipated and electrifying caresses grazed her bare flesh. Expert fingers plucked the hardened points of her breast before trailing down her body, leaving energizing tingles in their wake. They wandered between her thighs, rubbing and teasing the sensitive flesh there. Taking her to the very brink of climax.
    "Wake, beloved," he whispered in her ear.
    His words jolted Eva from the mindless bliss of sleep. She opened her eyes to the dusky light shining through a crack in the