Page 14 of Her Gargoyle Captor

Chapter 10 - Rodeo

Serena

"Mm. Perfect."

The scent of fresh-baked bread wafts through the kitchen as I pull another loaf from the oven. My hands, once calloused and dry, are now soft and delicate. I smile, remembering how far I've come.

Three years ago, I was running for my life. Now? I'm the lady of this manor, cherished beyond measure.

Kael. My savior. My lover. My everything.

A warmth spreads through me, and it's not from the oven's heat. Every night, he fills me with his seed and claims me. His touch ignites a fire I never knew existed. I crave him constantly, like an addict seeking her next fix.

The heavy oak door creaks open. Kael's massive frame fills the doorway, streaked with dirt and sweat from working in my garden. My breath catches. Even covered in grime, he's breathtaking.

"Something smells delicious," he rumbles, amber eyes gleaming.

"Fresh bread. But you look like you could use a bath first."

He grins wickedly. "Care to join me?"

"Tempting, but I have more baking to do." I try to sound stern, but my body betrays me, leaning towards him instinctively.

Kael crosses the room in two strides. His strong arms encircle my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. "The bread can wait," he growls.

I melt into his embrace, desire coursing through my veins. "You're filthy," I protest weakly.

"And you aren't nearly filthy enough, little mate." His lips brush my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I stand on tiptoe, pressing my lips to his. The kiss deepens, hungry and passionate. When we finally break apart, we're both breathless.

"Bath?" Kael asks, a mischievous glint in his eye.

I laugh, taking his hand. "Bath."

His fingers trace the contours of my dress, a wicked grin playing on his lips as he undresses me. Each piece of clothing he removes is another layer of armor stripped away, leaving me more exposed, more vulnerable, more his. Kael's touch is light, teasing, the barest whisper against my skin, yet it sends electric jolts straight to my core.

"Patience, little mate," he murmurs, sensing my growing impatience. His voice is a low rumble, vibrating through me and stoking the fire he's so adept at igniting.

I'm standing before him in nothing but my undergarments when he lifts me effortlessly, cradling me against his chest. His strength is both comforting and thrilling, a reminder of the power he holds, the protection he offers. He carries me to thebathroom, where the basin awaits, filled with steaming water that smells of the wildflowers he knows I love.

He sets me down gently, his eyes never leaving mine. Kael turns me around, and with a firm but gentle hand on the small of my back, guides me to bend over the basin. The warm water beckons just inches away, but his intentions are clear. My breasts skim the surface, sending ripples across the water as he positions himself behind me.

The broad head of his cock nudges at my entrance, and I inhale sharply, bracing myself. He enters me slowly, deliberately, filling me inch by tantalizing inch. My body stretches to accommodate him, a delicious, burning fullness that has me biting my lip to stifle a moan.

"You're so tight, Serena," he groans, his hands gripping my hips. "So perfect."

His thrusts are shallow, a torturous rhythm that promises more, so much more. He's teasing me, building the tension to an almost unbearable peak. I know this game; he's preparing me for the onslaught that's to come, making sure I'm ready to take all of him.

I push back against him, craving the intensity of his possession. "More," I beg, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Greedy girl," he chuckles, the sound rich with approval. "I'll give you more. But not yet."

He pulls out almost completely before plunging back in, each stroke deliberate and maddening. I'm aching for him, desperate for the release only he can give me.

His cock withdraws completely, leaving me aching, empty. I can feel the evidence of my desire slick on my thighs, a testament to the intense pleasure he wields over me. I pout, the absence of him inside me a frustration I can't quite hide.

Kael chuckles, the sound a deep rumble that resonates through my core. "Patience, my fierce little mate," he teases,lifting me with ease. His strength is intoxicating, a potent reminder of the power that courses through his veins.

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