Six Sentence Sunday

More from the Sky Pirate WIP…

Daric bolted upright, startled out of the darkness. Tensed, ready for attack, he looked around for whatever it was that woke him and was surprised to find himself alone in a strange bed. His eyebrows furrowed as he took in the neat, little room, the white, lace curtains, the brightly colored flowers.

He threw back the covers to get out of the bed when the sound of a woman’s voice reached his ears, humming a melody of such sweet sorrow it made his heart ache. Flashes of images, little more than vague flicks of broken memory, came to him as he listened, visions of a beautiful, dark-haired angel, her hands soft and sure and gentle, touching him while singing that very same tune. The voice seeped into him, both relaxing and arousing, and he hardened, the longing in his groin every bit as sweet and tormented as the song.

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