Page 129 of Princess of Bael
He didn’t enter me.
He teased me.
The head of his cock grazing my clit.
His chest rubbing my stiff nipples.
His strong thighs brushing the insides of my legs as I crossed my ankles against his ass.
It all felt so utterly perfect and even more intense than before.
Because I let him in.
I chose to trust him.
I chose to believe in our future.
I chose to make myself vulnerable.
To be the queen to his king.
“I’ll never hurt you again,” he whispered before I could even begin to fear the faith I’d just allowed myself to experience. “You’re mine, Kayla. For eternity.”
That’s a long time, I almost replied. But I couldn’t seem to find my voice. I was drowning in power and enigmatic energy.
Is this healing?I wondered.Is this what he felt when on the brink of death?
Or was this something more?
How much energy had I exerted on that inferno? How had it even been created? It’d felt fresh from the bowels of hell.
Just like that shadow monster.
Ezra’s teeth skimmed my lower lip, tugging me back into the moment, demanding my complete compliance.
I sighed, submitting to his silent command and giving myself over to the sensations of his body pressed against mine.
Hell and Heaven.
Fire and ice.
A balance of power.
My skin warmed just as his cooled, leaving me in a state of complete serenity.
“Take me, Ezra,” I whispered, my thighs squeezing his hips.
“No.” He didn’t thrust forward. Instead, he rolled, pulling me over his lap. “You take me, Kayla.”
A savage tremble threatened my stability, my world continuing to whirl around me as I fought the sudden dizziness mounting inside.
My palms went to his abdomen to hold me steady.
His hands gripped my hips.
And then he lifted me.
“Now, Kayla.”
