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"Phoenix... Phoenix..." A hand touched my face. I swatted at it. "I've missed you." The hand moved down my neck and rested above my heart. A warm tingle shimmered through me.
That got my attention.
I cracked an eyelid. There, with the starry sky and bright green trees behind him, was the Archer. Archer. My Archer.
"Archer." I reached for him.
He came to me eagerly. Our mouths met, and sparks flowed between us. I felt every inch of my body respond to him; the simple tingle becoming a rolling wave inside me. He moved until out bodies were laying side by side on the grass and, our mouths still locked, I slowly ran my hands over his n***d chest. He caressed the place where my wings joined my body, and I gasped, arching my back in pleasure. He pressed closer to me and the
