Eden had lost count of the orgasms.

She’d lost track of time. She’d even momentarily lost a sense of where her body ended and Razael’s started. They coupled and uncoupled, and repeated it again and again. She lost feeling in her toes a couple times, the blood had pooled so thoroughly to the center of her body.

She was in heaven. There was no question.

But as she lay on the bed, basking in the glow of the latest orgasm Razael had wrenched out of her, she sensed that heaven was soon coming to an end. She refused to believe that end was permanent. Somehow, some way, Razael would defeat the evil that wanted to keep them apart. She would wait for him all the days of her life if that’s what it took. And if she was wrong, she would simply raise her son and tell him of Razael—the angel who should be his father—and someday, hundreds of years hence, maybe the two would meet. Her son would be her emissary to the future, and he would tell Razael of his mother’s great love for the angel who saved her in every way.

Who saved them both.

Razael stood up from their rumpled bed, tossed from all their lovemaking. He stretched, naked and glorious, in that human form she knew was just the manifestation he wore for her—specifically for her, as Erelah had been sure to tell her. He’d made himself smaller—not the oversized angel form that Elyon and most other angels took, for pride or glory or just a not-so-subtle reminder they were angel and not humankind. But not Razael—he had known, even from the start, that she needed to see his gentle side, and he chose a smaller, less intimidating frame to reside in.

Sexy as hell, though. Damn. The best sex of her life with the most perfect male specimen she’d ever seen.

“My love?” She’d taken up his habit with that pet name. It perfectly fit the way she felt, constantly, in his presence.

He turned and smiled. “One more time, then?”

“No.” Then she shook her head at her stupidity. “I mean yes and of course! But no, that wasn’t what I was going to say.”

He came to perch on the edge of the bed, and she propped up on her elbow. “A blessing then, before I go?” he asked.

Ah, so he was going. The pain in her chest was most definitely her heart breaking.

“No.” She sat up more so she could face him properly. She was still naked, as was he, but it felt like the most natural of things. “I just want to get a good look at you, one more time.”

He held his hands out and smiled a crooked grin. “Here I am.”

“Stand up!” she said with mock seriousness. He stood in all his naked masculine glory. “Turn around!”

He grinned wider as he did, arms outstretched, hair mussed from so much sex. His chest was perfectly muscled, his arms were sexy tendons of strength, his legs were shaped like a carving of a Greek god. His cock lay soft against his leg, but it was thick and delicious-looking all the same. He completed his turn and looked to her for approval.

She pursed her lips, pretending to consider his unspoken request. Then she realized… “I want to see your wings.”

His goofy grin faded. But he unfurled them for her…

She blinked, and her breath hitched. What? How? “Razael,” she breathed.

He looked, and the shock on his face couldn’t have been more complete.

Snowy white wings spanned the length of her small bedroom.

Eden scrambled off the bed and stood before him. “You… you’ve…” She gestured helplessly at his white wingspan. She didn’t even have the right words for this. But it was huge. She knew that without explanation.

“I cannot… believe…” Razael looked back at her, his eyes slowly getting wider. “You have saved me, Eden.”

“I… what? No.” Eden shook her head, but her hands were clasped in front of her face, covering her stupid, silly grin. “You did this.”

He looked affronted. “I most certainly did not.”

She laughed at the pure absurdity of it. Because of course he did it. He mended her soul, and then he gave himself over to Love… and mended his own. He was staring hard at his wings, flexing them back and forth, as if he couldn’t believe they were real, even though he conjured them. Silly angel—where did he think they came from?

Eden skittered over to one of his wings to run her fingers through the feathers. They were like the softest down.

A heated look passed over his face. “Do not do that.”

“Oh!” She lifted her hands right away. “Did I hurt you?”

He reached for her and pulled her quickly into his chest, holding her cradled against his bare skin. “Do not do that unless you want me to bend you over the side of the bed and impale you with my cock.”

Heat rushed between her legs. “Oooh…” she purred, biting her lip. “Sensitive, are they?”

He gave her a look that made her toes tingle. She was half convinced he would throw her back on the bed, but then he just blinked and stared at his wing again, then her, then back to the wings. “My thoughts for you at the moment are riddled with Lust, my love,” he said, breathless with awe. “And yet… I am in the Light.” He just blinked again.

She could hardly believe it too. “It’s just as Erelah said.”

He looked sharply to her. “What did Erelah say?”

He was so serious about it, she hesitated and thought hard. What exactly were Erelah’s words? “She said, I returned to the Light when my Love for him was True. She meant Leksander.” A smile crept across her face. “So this means your Love for me must be True.” Of course, she already knew that. She didn’t need white wings to tell her so.

“Obviously.” But then he stared at his white feathers again, still puzzled. “But I had Love of you before, sweet Eden. Why now? Why the sudden change?”

She ran her hands up his sexy body, just because he was still holding her close and she could. “All the wild sex? You were pretty intense there, my sexy angel lover. Maybe it was the glory of the orgasm that brought you into the Light.” She was teasing, but he looked at her like he couldn’t decide if she was crazy or actually on to something.

He frowned. “Asa remarked on something similar.”

Her eyebrows hiked up. “Really?” She was totally kidding.

His frown etched deeper. “He said…” Razael’s gaze drifted, thinking. Then realization stole over his face. “That he felt the magic happen. It was the first time they made love. And… Holy angels of Light.” He stepped back from her and ran a hand through his hair. His eyes were wild again, but with a crazy excitement. “The first time… when we made love…”

He was so serious that it tempered her smile. “You were kind of lost there for a moment.”

“No, not lost.” A smile grew on his face. “Found.”

Well, she was lost. “What do you mean?”

This time he ran both hands into his hair, gripping it, then opening his hands wide. “I had Love of you, my fair and sweetest Eden… but I hadn’t given myself truly over to that Love. I didn’t believe in it.”

She was nodding now. “You didn’t think you were worthy of it.”

“Yes, exactly!” He was back to excited now. “But your faith in me was pure. Your Virtues are unparalleled. It was you who redeemed me. Your True Love. But only when I believed in it—when I believed in the power of that Love to transcend all my Sins, all my Lust—only when I pledged myself to you and our Love forever… that is when it happened.” He stepped closer and took her by the shoulders. “That’s when I was remade. Reborn.” His expression was filled with joy and awe, and she couldn’t help being swept up in it.

“What does it mean?” she asked. “Being in the Light?” Her heart felt like it was hanging over a precipice. Please let him stay. Please let this mean I can keep him.

He smiled. And then he laughed. And then he pulled her into a hug that felt like it was bonding her to him eternally—and she was okay with that.

But then he pulled back, a grin wide on his face. “It means that, should the Warrior Angels come, I will no longer perish in their righteous fury.”

“That’s good, right?” Her heart was soaring.

“That’s very good.” Then more awe took over his face. “But that is the least of it. I think… it’s possible…” He was back to frowning and shaking his head in wonder.

“What?” she asked, her heart quivering again.

“I may know how we can win this war.”

He seemed terribly excited about that, and she supposed that was important—certainly, it was important—but it wasn’t what mattered to her most in the world.

“And what then?” she asked, holding her hands over her heart because she suddenly felt as if it might flutter and burst. “Will you be able to stay?” With her. And the baby. That’s what she meant. That’s all she wanted.

His amazement tempered, and he drew her back to him again. “Yes. Yes.” He dropped to one knee and stared up at her with that blazing look of his. “I am yours for all time. And there is no force in all the realms which could tear me away.”

Words escaped her. Tears too. She just stood, mouth hanging open.

She had believed. She’d had faith. And her wildest of dreams was coming true.

She melted into Razael’s arms, holding fiercely onto him. “Show me,” she gasped.

And he did.