Zephyr’s silvery wings unfurl the rest of the way, the gleaming feathers catching the breeze and fluttering. Panic claws through me. He’s going to take off. Without thinking, I fling my right leg over the saddle and jump. Thorne catches me, grunting as our bodies make contact. Terror transforms into prickly awareness when I register the sensation of my breasts mashed against his firm chest. As his warmth surrounds me, my stomach clenches. Lust coils in my belly and steals my breath. Time stands still as his pupils dilate, the silence between us seething with unnamed desires. The tension binds
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