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My powers pull back, as if lulled into a peaceful sleep bringing that warmth back to the surface once more.

Hook leans in and kisses me. He kisses me until I forget every worry, every pain, creating something new and beautiful between us. A memory that chases away even the darkest of nights and lighting it up with a sky full of starlight and storms.

CHAPTER27

Warmth.It fills me completely, tethering me to slumber’s sweet bliss. The remnants of Hook’s soft touches linger on my skin, the memory now etched into my soul.

A night that stretched on, full of pleasure and laughter. And of how even after he carried me into the bathroom, taking care of me and my body and every need and want, showing me a soft tenderness, I’d never known.

I float, untethered, my heart unbound and full until slowly light filters in. Keeping my eyes shut, I bask in this feeling, in the light, grasping onto it as long as I can.

No nightmares seeped into my dreams, twisting them into something dark and restless. No memories came to haunt me.

I smile at the thought, finally opening my eyes and waking to arms surrounding me, protecting me in their embrace. Slowly shifting, I glance up at Hook’s sleeping form, my eyes tracing his long lashes to the shape of his nose and down to his mouth and full lips.

As if sensing me watching him, a slight curve tilts his lips upwards, and he opens his eyes.

“Morning.” His voice is husky and deep, sliding down my back like silk.

“Morning,” I whisper.

His grip tightens on me as he pulls me to him, tilting my chin up before meeting my lips with a soft brush that quickly deepens.

It only takes a couple of seconds before I’m lost in the taste of him. Each brush of his lips and swirl of his tongue is addictive, making me crave more. More of him, and more of his scent and touch.

But he pulls back to look at me. “I need to tell you something.”

“Is it what you are? I haven’t been able to figure it out yet.” I reach a hand up and trail my fingers through his hair. “Are you secretly an orc?”

There’s a twinkle in his eyes as he takes my hand and places a soft kiss on my fingers. “Would you care if I was?”

I shake my head, smiling. “No. Even if you were an orc, I’m sure you’d somehow make it look pretty.”

He narrows his eyes at me playfully. “You mean manly, rugged and handsome.”

I laugh and he smiles a soft, warm smile he seems to only share with me.

As if I can’t help myself, I drag him back to me, reclaiming his lips once more. He meets me stroke for stroke, this kiss quickly turning more demanding with a savage edge to it that consumes me, teases me and claims me all at once.

Without breaking the kiss, he moves until he’s hovering over me.

My chest warms, getting hotter and hotter, blazing inside me as it tries to push outward. Just like last night, it overwhelms me, flooding my body and every nerve with an urgency I don’t understand.

His throaty groan sends warm tingles down my spine, momentarily distracting me. I moan and deepen the kiss wanting to consume every sip and savor every taste of him. His hand roams down my body, when suddenly a knock sounds out, making him growl.

Pulling away he narrows his eyes toward the door. “Someonebetterbe dying,” he grits out.

Someoneclears their throat. “We have a little issue with that special…job. It needs your magic touch.”

“Is everything okay?” I ask Hook. There were a lot of jobs they did I didn’t know about, but nothing that ever made Cash sound so... panicked.

Hook’s eyes soften. “Everything is fine.”

“Nothing serious?” I frown.

Hook sighs, shaking his head. “No. I promise. It won’t take long.” He kisses me one last time before getting up and sliding on his trousers.

He gives me a smirk as I watch him. It grows into something sinfully wicked the longer I stare.

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