Page 96 of Princess of Bael

And then her kiss turned lethal.

Not cruel. Not harsh. Just consuming and dangerously addictive.

She owned me.

Mastered me.

Topped from the bottom.

And there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it other than enjoy the moment.

I grabbed her hips and pounded into her while she clutched my neck and continued to fuck my mouth.

It was so damn hot, her power rolling over me in a fiery wave of energy that threatened to destroy my very being. But I matched it with a push of cool energy, meeting her in the middle to create an inferno of forbidden fire.

Hell and Heaven.

Fire and ice.

Archdemon and Archangel.

The scales tipped and righted themselves in sequence, up and down and all around. It made me dizzy, left me shaking above her as I embraced the savagery of our bond.

It was so wrong.

But fuck if I cared.

She was mine. My mate. My Kayla. And we were marrying our souls in the oldest of ways.

Electricity crackled between us, heightening the moment and fueling us with jolts of intensity. Kayla moaned, her chest vibrating against mine as I rolled us to give her a chance on top. She didn’t disappoint, her body moving with mine in a rhythm only our spirits understood.

She sat back, her legs straddling my hips, her palm on my chest, as she gyrated in a sensual rhythm that overpowered every fantasy I’d ever had of her.

She was perfect.

Beautiful.

Strong.

I lifted my hips into her, but I missed the connection between our mouths.

So I sat up and kissed her. She responded by shifting her legs to wrap them around me, then her fingers ventured up to my hair while I grabbed her neck. My opposite palm went to the bed to give my thrusts just a little more power.

Her head fell back on a sound of approval.

But I slid my palm from her throat to her nape and yanked her mouth back to mine.

She’d been in charge for long enough. Now I wanted to devour her. To feel her come around my cock. To make her scream through another orgasm and fill her with my essence.

It was an animalistic need to claim her.

To mark her.

To make her mine.

And I gave in to it, taking her with a ferocity that left us both winded.

If I had my wings, I’d have forced her into the sky, to show her how angels danced.