Page 128 of Princess of Bael

My soul was suddenly screaming withneed.

He blanketed me in his cooling energy in my next breath, grounding me once more, putting me at peace.

Everything felt right.

Heaven. Hell. Earth. All the realms were relaxed. No foreign portals. No abuse of the scales. No intense energy signatures to trace.

Just me and Ezra.

Floating. Kissing. Embracing.

His feathers were everywhere, his wings holding me beneath him on the bed in a cage of silky brown-black plumes.

I clawed at his shirt, needing his skin.

He lifted to remove it.

Then his sword appeared to slice through my own.

There and gone in a blink.

I didn’t even have a moment to gasp at the lethality of his power.

His mouth chased away the chill, tracing a line directly to my breasts.

Because he’d sliced the bra as well.

It was new—one of Zebulon’s men having bought both of us clothes to wear over the last week—but I didn’t mourn the loss. If anything, I wanted him to repeat the action with my pants.

He didn’t.

Instead, he kissed a dangerous path down my body and unbuttoned the jeans with his mouth before tugging down the zipper with his teeth.

It was erotic. Intoxicating.Arousing.

The fabric whispered down my legs, disappearing over the edge of the bed with my boots and socks.

My panties were next.

And then Ezra rolled off me to remove his clothes as well.

A violent tremble touched my senses, the balance shifting negatively from the loss of his touch. My heart started to pound. My lungs worked frantically in an attempt to inhale, but I couldn’t find my connection to the air.

I felt lost.

Falling.

Tumbling into nothing.

Until Ezra caught me with his hand, his body lying over mine once more. I clung to him, my arms wrapping around his neck as I silently wept with gratitude.

The scales corrected themselves again, the worlds all in alignment, the power fluctuating evenly between the realms.

No portals. No tears in the veil. No wrongness.

Just a sense of beautiful harmony that deepened as his mouth met mine.

His thumbs brushed the tears from my cheeks, his lips grounding me in the moment as his hips met mine.