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“Wait!” Raevar exclaims, before climbing up behind me. “This should be on your ‘fuck it’ list.”

I nod. “It’s way not human.”

He chuckles. “This is what I meant when I said you should have more otherworldly goals too.” His amusement both warms and comforts me. There’s a part of me that wants to make him happy and smiley forever.

“Hold on.” The rasp meets my ears and I shiver. His arms wrapping around me brings me far too much pleasure.

I grip onto Dormir’s spine plates, hoping the action doesn’t cause him discomfort. It’s bad enough we’re riding him in the first place.

He starts his trot, the loud and ground-shaking movement making my heart pound quicker right before he’s airborne. My heart goes up my throat, as if it’s going to spill out, along with my entire life.

“Holy shit!” I exclaim, trying to yell over the roar in my ears. We’re flying higher and higher with every push of Dormir’s wings, and my legs tighten around him instinctively. Fear isn’t taking the front seat, though. It’s absolute wonder.

“Happiness is a beautiful sight,” Raevar comments, his arms brushing over my ribs. I can’t help the little squeak I let out.

The heat and tendrils of electricity I feel every time he touches me drives me mad.

“This is cooler than I could’ve ever dreamed of,” I say, pressing my back into him. There’s a feeling of safety with him that I probably shouldn’t feel so soon after we’ve met. It’s wild to me how close I already feel to this man, and it’s only been days.

“You’ve got to dream bigger, little sweet. This is only the beginning,” he promises, pressing his lips to my ear. “Summer has only just begun.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Raevar

Obsesíon – Frankie J

My body trembles, seeking her out. The nightmare fueling my fearful awakening was of her leaving me. Not believing we were meant to be. It’s hard for me to imagine an existence without her now that we’re fated. She’s mine.

Sitting up on my elbows, reality comes pounding into my hungered stomach. We fell asleep outside after our ride with Dormir, and it’s been peaceful since. Other than the nightmare.

“Raevar,” she moans, but it’s not a pleasure-filled one. It’s sleepy sounding.

“Right here, little sweet,” I say scratchily, pulling her nearer. Her scent intoxicates me. Like a fresh peach cobbler with cream on top. It relieves the anxious part of me that the dreams brought. Unable to resist, I place my lips to her forehead, leaving the softest kiss there. Inhaling her scent is weird—she’s mentioned it before—but it’s like an aphrodisiac.

“Think it’ll rain today?” she asks on a yawn, her voice soft and drowsy. I inhale her heady scent once more before answering.

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