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

“I’m close, my love.” Tresilian’s voice was deep and gravelly, sending another wave of arousal to crash over Midnight and he nodded, his gaze fixed on his lover.


“Spill with me, Midnight. Together.” Tresilian shifted his balance, taking hold of Midnight’s cock and stroking it in time with his thrusts.


The added stimulation was all Midnight needed. He tumbled over the edge with a sob of Tresilian’s name. Even as his climax consumed him, Midnight heard Tresilian’s moan before his seed spilled deep inside Midnight’s welcoming body. Then he collapsed bonelessly on top of Midnight who clung tightly to him as his own body still thrummed in the afterglow.


“Mmm,” Midnight sighed, reaching down to stroke his fingers through Tresilian’s hair. “I love you,” he whispered.


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