Intended Series Collection: Books 1-6 by Abigail Grant (most important books to read TXT) 📕

glances at the bed and back at me with confusion on his face. “What’s missing? Did you want something else?”

I shake my head and smile as wickedly as I can at him. “You,” I say simply, and push him toward our bed.

Gavin laughs and grabs my bottom, lifting me easily into his arms. I can’t help the squeal that escapes me as he throws me onto the plush bed and jumps on top of me, growling like a wild animal.

“Gavin! You’re going to ruin my beautiful dress!” I shout at him through my fits of laughter, not really angry.

Gavin sits up and pulls me onto his lap, gathering my dress up to my thighs so I can wrap my bare legs around him. He stares into my eyes, no longer in a playful mood and looks down at the white chiffon dress that feels made for me.

He clears his throat and his golden eyes darken as they look into mine. “Well, you could just take it off,” he says with a slight lift of the corners of his lips. “If you’re worried about ruining it, of course.”

I smile at him, his nose nearly touching mine as I sit so close to him. The flame within me comes full force and I can feel the heat leaving my body. If Gavin wasn’t my Bonded Intended, he’d easily be burned.

I consider his proposal to remove my dress. “Okay,” I say and raise my hands above my head. “Go for it.”

Gavin’s eyes go wide and the flickering fire I saw in his golden irises returns as a full inferno. Without a word, his hands slide along my bare thighs and underneath my dress. They slowly travel across my hips and up my ribcage, continuing upward until he lifts the dress completely over my head and off of my fingertips.

I sit before him, more vulnerable than I ever have been, and he doesn’t even ogle me as I thought he would. Instead, his hands move to the sides of my face and he pulls my mouth to his with a gentle caress.

With the Bonding ceremony connecting us more fully, the feel of Gavin’s kiss is more electrifying than the simple tingle that used to be there. I crave it more than I ever thought possible.

Every part of my body feels like fire as our kiss becomes more needy and forceful. I tangle my hands into Gavin’s thick hair and press my bare body against him, wanting more. Wanting everything.

Gavin lays me back onto our bed and positions himself over me, resting on his elbow so as not to put too much pressure on my body. “I love you, Aella,” he whispers to me, his lips only a breath away.

I don’t want him to hover over me, or be gentle in any way. I’m already burning him with the fire inside of me, and it won't subside without him. “I love you, Gavin,” I whisper back to him, and I pull him onto me completely.

Space and carefulness is for the humans. We’re Seers, and Gavin Cole is my husband.

Chapter 5

Soft cotton sheets slide across my skin as I wake, and I welcome the morning with a yawn. I’ve spent the night with my Intended, and every second with him has been heaven. Just the feel of his arms around me in our big bed as we fell asleep together. Yup, heaven.

I stretch my arms above my head and a sudden pain pierces my chest as I breathe in deep. “Ow!” I shout and grab at the place that stings, just above my heart.

My hands only touch skin, and I look down to see no injury on my chest. The spot continues to throb and I remember the feeling all too well.

I jump from the bed and look around the dimly lit bedroom, with only a sliver of sunlight peeking through the dark curtains. I’m alone in Gavin and I’s bedroom and my chest hurts from him being away from me. He’s far away from me.

I run to my old bedroom down the hall and throw on the first clothes I see, some unwashed jeans and an SOU t-shirt.

Rounding the end of the hallway and into the dining room, I still see no sign of Gavin anywhere. I rub the ache in my chest again, hoping to ease some pain there, but my anxiety only rises as the sharp pain feels unreachable.

“Gavin!” I scream his name with no response.

My chest rises and falls quickly and I turn to the direction that feels the most promising, finding myself on the large wooden front porch, staring out at the early morning light. Fresh piles of snow cover the ground and sit atop all of the tall trees.

“Gavin!” I yell for my Intended again, but I’m only met with silence.

The air against my arms is cold and harsh. I fall to the floor, completely lost without Gavin. On the porch step I see a folded up piece of paper with my name on it… well, my mother’s maiden name on it.

Ganis.

I freeze inside of myself as I stare at the paper which sits wet from the snow surrounding it. I force myself to reach out and grab the small bit of parchment.

The handwriting inside is neat and in perfect cursive. It reads:

Dearest Ganis,

I have made the recent decision to stay in hell. For this reason, I will not come to find you. Instead, I hope you will come join me for dinner at my home. In order for me to ensure that you will accept my invitation, I have had a close contact of mine retrieve something of yours. Something seemingly precious to you. If you wish to have the Seer boy returned to his home, follow the directions on the back of this page and you will find me at the final destination.

Sincerely and with hope,

Barron

I drop the letter at my feet, completely and irreversibly shook. Gavin is gone. My husband