Page 97 of Princess of Bael
But all I had was my broken form, and I refused to let her down.
“Touch yourself,” I demanded, unwilling to release her nape or lose my balance on the bed. “Now, Kayla. Do it now.”
She shivered, her pupils blown wide as she opened her eyes to look at me.
But rather than fight my command, she released my hair and drew her hand down her gorgeous form to the apex between her thighs and stroked that little bud.
I lowered my gaze to watch, loving the way our bodies joined and the sexiness of her finger stroking herself.
“Beautiful,” I breathed, arching into her. “So fucking beautiful.”
She pressed her forehead to mine as we both enjoyed the view.
Then her lips found mine again as her body began to convulse. She was close. And thank fuck for that because I was ready to explode from the sight alone.
Her tight heat clenched around me, squeezing the life out of my shaft as her pleasure mounted into a cyclone of sensation. I felt it blistering through our bond, demanding I fall with her into dark oblivion.
I didn’t fight it.
I embraced it.
I fell for her. With her. Indulging in the hot ecstasy that followed and the drowning sensation of intensified power.
I suffocated on her. On us. And all I could do was groan.
It was the sweetest death. A brilliant embrace. A dark haven of torturous explosions that rippled through every inch of my being.
I could no longer breathe, could no longer feel, could no longerexist.
Everything around me and in me was Kayla.
I accepted that. I accepted her. I accepted our bond.
And I felt her acceptance, too.
Her lips were on mine, her nails in my hair again, our bodies moving in unison as we continued to dance in the center of all this power.
We absorbed it.
Expelled it.
Absorbed it again.
And we continued moving against each other in a soundless dance, stoking our inner flames and tumbling into incredible rounds of rapture over and over again.
This was our heaven.
Our escape.
Our connection finally coming to life.
Nothing else mattered, only this blissful sensation stealing my senses.
The twenty-four-hour deadline Mietek had given me no longer applied.
Kayla was all I desired now, all I craved. And our fucked-up version of balance.
The mingled souls of an Archdemon and an Archangel.
