Thirteen Months Later…

RUINED CHURCHYARD

Quite what led her here Molly couldn't say.

For the last year or so, despite her best efforts she continued to feel she was waiting for someone. He haunted her dreams at night. Her fantasy lover, the one no mortal man could ever hope to compare with.

When she'd woken up this morning she'd felt an irresistible urge to go to a particular spot. And so, here she stood, on that exact spot, in the grounds of a ruined and abandoned churchyard she hadn't been aware existed until she'd arrived here.

She was debating whether to stay or leave, when her tattoo began to tingle, and she drew in a sharp breath as she found herself suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of anticipation.

Khan had only recently returned to London, having spent more than a year travelling the world, searching for answers. Haunted as he was by images of a petite woman with big brown eyes, and long cinnamon coloured hair restrained by a ponytail.

He'd hoped that by returning to England the sense of being just out of reach of what he sought would finally come to an end. But it hadn't. And then last night he'd dreamed of this churchyard, so he'd come, hoping to find some answers.

As he made his way through the churchyard he realised he was not alone.

Molly turned when she heard someone approaching from behind, and let out an audible gasp.

In return, Khan's eyes widened in stunned disbelief.

Repressed memories immediately overwhelmed both of them.

…A deal made with the Devil full of evil intent.

…Meeting a handsome stranger with dark wings.

…Using sex in an attempt to corrupt an innocent young woman, and having those attempts backfire.

…Being forcibly torn apart.

…Recovering.

…Searching, searching, searching, for someone always just out of reach.

As she looked up at him, she noted familiar features that had haunted her for so long. He no longer possessed wings, but he was still powerfully built. Eyes like a stormy sea. His hair appeared slightly longer, with a fringe that fell rather endearingly into his eyes. But to Molly it was a definite improvement, as was his expression, once so distant, cold and calculating. Now his gaze radiated openness and warmth.

"Oh my God!" A choked sob escaped Molly's lips as she hesitatingly reached out towards the man before her. Had her Dark Angel really been returned to her?

Khan immediately pulled her into his arms, his expression one of joyous disbelief.

Both began laughing and crying, they had found each other once again.

"My sweet, sweet Molly," Khan murmured contentedly.

Molly pulled back, a playful pout upon her lips, which caused Khan to raise an inquiring eyebrow.

"You know my name, but I don't know yours."

Taking hold of her right hand Khan turned it over, revealing her tattoo. "Do you not?" he queried before lifting her upturned wrist to place a gentle kiss to the name engraved there.

Khan.

MOLLY'S FLAT

A trail of hastily discarded clothes littered the flat. Starting at the front door, they led all the way to the bedroom, where the lovers remained happily occupied for several hours…

Something soft and light brushed over her lips, cheeks and closed eyelids. Sleepily Molly attempted to swat away whatever it was that seemed so determined to rouse her from her well-deserved slumber.

The sound of deeply satisfied laughter caused her eyes to snap open, all thoughts of sleep instantly forgotten.

Khan lay reclined on his side. His upper body supported by his left arm, while in his right hand was held the feather he'd used to wake her.

An obsidian-coloured feather.

His feather.

The one she'd been unable to throw away.

Reaching out, she brushed her fingertips along the feathers delicate membrane. To her surprise she no longer felt the warmth she'd become accustomed to when handling it.

Reading the confusion on Molly's face, Khan softly offered a possible explanation. "You're no longer searching. You've…we've found who we've been looking for."

Molly nodded in agreement, before plucking the feather from Khan's grasp to place it back in its case. "So," she asked, as her fingertips began moving seductively over his broad shoulders. "Was there a reason you woke me?"

"There was indeed," he responded, moving to loom above her.

"And that was?"

Khan leaned down to growl his erotic intent. "I have a need to ravish you."

"Ravish away…" her words quickly turning into an illegible series of sighs and moans.

To Khan they were the sweetest melody to the symphony he was creating as his lips, tongue and hands worshipped her body. Slowly but surely he made his way down her body. Kissing, licking and sucking the generous swell of her breasts, paying special attention to the rose flushed areolas and erect nipples until she was writhing in pleasure.

When the scent of her growing arousal assailed his senses, it intensified the need to join his body with hers once again.

Khan lifted his upper body, his biceps bulging as he plunged his cock deep, burying it into her welcoming slick folds.

Immediately Molly raised her hips, while her hands made their way down his body.

Their previous lovemaking sessions had been slow and languid. That was not the case this time. Their bodies now knew each other and were desperate to reach completion.

Molly's fingers dug into Khan's buttocks as he set a punishing rhythm, his nostrils flaring as his hips pumped wildly in a pace that soon had them both covered in sweat. He continued riding her hard, lunging and thrusting into her body, again and again, while Molly wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders, pressing desperate kisses wherever she could reach.

Khan shuddered as he felt his climax approach throwing his head back he roared his release, feeling Molly join him as they both crashed headlong into the oncoming waves of ecstasy that flowed over them.

Molly lay in blissful contemplation enjoying the weight of Khan's body, still intimately entwined with her own.

When their breathing returned to something resembling normal, Khan raised his head, his eyes slumberous as he gazed adoringly at the diminutive woman beneath him. With the greatest of care he rolled them so that they now lay on their sides, facing each other. Khan pulled Molly in as close as possible, before tilting her head up so as to press a tender kiss to her lips. A kiss Molly eagerly returned.

Looking deep into her warm brown eyes he finally put into words that which his body had so eloquently expressed. "I do so love you, Molly Hooper."

Molly reached up to tenderly brush his fringe out of his eyes. "I love you too Khan, and I always will."

As the lovers once again drifted off to sleep, their arms securely wrapped around each other, a contented sigh came from somewhere high above.

HEAVENLY REALM

"Oh I do love a happy ending," Valentine admitted.

"So do I, my love," Cupid agreed. "So do I."