Page 95 of Princess of Bael

I drove into her waiting heat, not bothering with platitudes or pleasantries or drawing out the moment.

I’d wanted to be inside her.

She’d wanted me inside.

So I’d entered her.

And then I froze, the damp haven stealing my ability to process anything other than sensation.

“Over forty years,” I whispered, burying my face in her neck. “Fuck, Kayla.”

Four decades was nothing for one as old as me, yet I’d forgotten how this felt.

“It’s been thousands of years for me,” she said, a note of dry humor in her voice.

But I shook my head because she clearly didn’t understand. “I haven’t fucked anyone since before I met you, Kayla.” I uttered the words against her ear. “And this is so much better than my hand.”

Her hand stilled against my back. “What?”

I pulled back enough to stare down at her, wanting her to understand. “You’re the only one I will ever fuck for the rest of eternity.That’sour bond. You’re it for me.” And I wasn’t at all disappointed by that fact, something I hoped she could read in my gaze. Because this woman stole my breath away.

“You haven’t been with… anyone else?”

I shook my head.

“Not even Jo?” she pressed, causing my brow to furrow.

The mere notion of fucking Jo had me losing some of my drive and excitement for the moment. “Why would I fuck Jo?”

“I… I just assumed…” Emotion filtered through her features. “Ez.”

“A nickname,” I said, not following.

But then a memory nagged at my mind of me telling Kayla not to call me that, my anger driving me to say she wasn’t worthy of using the name.

I couldn’t remember how or why.

However, I felt the wrongness of it now.

“Only you, Kayla,” I said, pressing my forehead to hers. “This bond ties my soul to yours for eternity. Always. There will never be anyone else.”

“But I’ve been with—”

“Don’t,” I breathed, not wanting to hear those stories, not while I was lodged deep inside her. “Please don’t. You can torture me with stories after, but not now.”

It was what I deserved, but I craved this moment, this union, her pleasure, and our bond. “Please, Kayla,” I repeated, not caring at all that she could hear the torment in my voice.

“Ezra.” Her fingers trailed back up to my nape, where she threaded her fingers through my hair.

I met her gaze, waiting for her to break the moment.

But her mouth captured mine again instead, her tongue parting my lips asshekissedme. Asshedevouredme. It was a passionate embrace underlined in blatant emotion.

And need.

Her legs tightened around me, her ankles hooking behind my back as she drove up to meet my hips.

I responded with a thrust that caused her to gasp against my mouth.