But how could that be? How could her heart just choose for her? She thought back to where she had met Lucian. He had been nice but there was something about him not making her connect with him. The memory cloud caught her attention once more.
*"That is my wish..."Her gaze didn't leave Uriel's. Their hands were still paused above the button of his jeans. Uriel removed his hand from under her chin and stroked her left cheek.
"Are you sure?" He did hope she was sure, he didn't have any experience, not that he wanted to be a saint because he always wanted Gadrial and here she was severed on a silver platter.
Christine's heart was hammering in her chest, his voice was soft, she took her free hand and placed it on his cheek. She was drowning in his eyes that had a fire burning in them. "I am sure." She didn't recognise her voice, it was full of lustful passion.
He was still stroking her left cheek. "Well, if you are sure..."*
