Chapter 39: Shattered Fae

Avery

Being with Darrius in this huge barrel-like tub had was sheer indulgence. Everywhere he touched me I felt branded as though he was leaving a fiery mark upon my flesh. In his arms, the world faded and all that was left was us... primal and raw and desperate for one another. That's what I craved whenever I wasn't with him, and I wished there was a way we could hide away from the world and it be just the two of us. His warmth and touch had ensured me that I was still alive.