The Seduction of Sir Galahad — J.E. Taylor

Sir Galahad comes out of his shell when a fallen angel catches his attention.

“What is your intent angel?”

“My intent is pure.”

He laughed in that instant, a musical laugh to be sure, and he shook his head. “Based on what I see in your eyes, I think not.” His hands unclasped from mine and slid around my waist, pulling me against his well defined chest. The strong beat of his heart resounding through my corset, each beat a step further into eternal damnation.