Brother and sister team Midnight and Aurora Pendragon have a successful airship business taking clients on trips to be photographed with their pet pterodactyl. The last thing they expect is to have one such trip hijacked by the dashing adventurer Voltaire Crevin and his right-hand man Trevilian Hawke. While his sister and Voltaire repeatedly lock horns, Midnight finds himself increasingly drawn to Trevilian. Finally, Voltaire explains they are trying to prevent a weapon of mass destruction from falling into the hands of a ruthless, secret organization, the S.O.R. With Midnight’s help, they take the airship down into an extinct volcano to find that not only does Atlantis still exist, but the weapon is in the hands of the few remaining Atlanteans. But if Voltaire had believed the S.O.R. were ruthless, it's nothing compared to that of the Atlanteans who seek to return to the surface and rule the world using their ultimate weapon: The Leviathan. Midnight’s feelings for Trevilian deepen as they seek a way to stop the Atlanteans and escape from Atlantis. Danger comes in many ways and takes many forms, each more deadly than the last. Can Midnight and Trevilian survive long enough to know whether love never dies?

Love Never Dies

“Midnight, my love.” Tresilian’s voice was deep and husky and to Midnight’s surprise, his own cock jerked in response, sending droplets of his juices to slide down its shaft.


“Did I do something wrong?” he asked.


“Not at all.” Tresilian opened his eyes to gaze up at Midnight. “In fact, it’s so good, I’m going to spill soon. I don’t want to startle you if you’re not ready.”


“Oh.” Midnight blinked and his cheeks flamed with embarrassment. He must think me such a fool that I didn’t realise.


“Midnight. Don’t worry so much. I like the notion that you’re learning how to make love with me. “Now, are you ready?”


“Yes.” Midnight nodded firmly. “I want to do that for you.”


“Very well.” Tresilian moved and Midnight followed his lover’s urging so that they were lying on their sides. Tresilian slipped one arm under Midnight and drew him close. His other hand hovered above Midnight’s erection, which was achingly eager for attention.


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