Chapter 81

• Chapter 81.Queen of the Skies
• The engines roared beneath them, steady and powerful, like a heartbeat too large to belong to one man. Elena’s pulse matched it, quick and uneven, her breath shallow as she pressed back into the leather seat. The champagne still tingled on her tongue, but it wasn’t the drink making her dizzy. It was them.
• Gabriel lounged beside her, shirt already half undone, collarbone glistening faintly under the golden lights. His grin never wavered, his body sprawled as if the private jet itself was his throne room. One arm hung over the back of her chair, deliberately brushing her hair, his thigh pressed flush against hers.