Page 7 of Her Gargoyle Captor

Maybe it's the way he looked at me. Like I matter. Like I'm worth protecting. No one's cared about me since Mom died.

Or maybe I'm just grateful to be alive.

His massive hand cups my face, stone-like skin surprisingly warm. "Eager little human. But I require more than that."

A shiver runs through me. More? My mouth goes dry. But not with fear.

"First," he growls, "I must know the name of my mate."

Mate. The word hits me like lightning. I can barely breathe as I whisper, "Serena."

"Serena," he repeats, my name a caress on his lips.

Then his mouth is on mine, hungry and demanding. I gasp, overwhelmed by the intensity. His tongue invades, tasting of smoke and something wild. My eyes roll back, knees weakening.

Kael's arm wraps around my waist, crushing me against his chest. The kiss deepens, consuming me. I'm drowning in sensation, lost in the heat of his embrace.

When he finally breaks away, I'm panting. Dazed. Kael's eyes glow with primal hunger.

"Now, little mate," he purrs, "let's see what other sounds I can draw from those pretty lips."

His grip tightens, and with a swift motion, Kael lifts me, his hands splayed under my thighs. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling the hard length of him pressing against me.

"You're mine, Serena," he rumbles, the vibration of his voice sending jolts through my core.

"Yes," I breathe out, the word more of a plea than an agreement.

He lays me down on the bed, and the heat in his gaze warms me faster than any fire could.

Kael hovers over me, his eyes tracing the lines of my body. "Such a fierce little creature," he murmurs, almost to himself. His fingers trail along my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "You fought well back in the forest."

I can't help but smirk up at him. "And you were... impressive."

He chuckles, a low, dangerous sound that makes my heart flutter wildly. "Impressive?" Kael smirks and forces my thighs even further apart, exposing me to the cool air. "I'll show you impressive."

His mouth finds mine again, fierce and unyielding. His hands explore me, every touch stoking the fire within. I arch into him, wanting—needing—more.

Kael breaks the kiss, his lips traveling down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. "You're so responsive," he growls in approval, his breath hot against my ear. "But I wonder... can you take what I give you, little mate?"

I whimper as his fingers find my center, teasing and testing. "I can take it," I say, my voice filled with a confidence I'm not sure I feel.

"We'll see," he replies, a dark promise in his words.

He enters me with one brutal thrust, tearing a gasp from my throat. The mix of pain and pleasure is intoxicating, and I cling to him, my nails digging into the stone-like flesh of his back.

Kael sets a punishing rhythm, each stroke driving me higher. "Look at you," he pants, his voice a mix of awe and raw need. "Taking my cock like you were made for it." He grunts, his hips snapping against mine. "This pussy is mine. Say it."

"It's yours, Kael," I cry out, the truth of the words echoing in the cavernous room.

He captures my mouth again, swallowing my cries as he fucks me harder, faster. I'm spiraling, teetering on the edge of something immense.

"Come for me, Serena," he demands, his voice a guttural command.

And I do, my body obeying him without hesitation. My orgasm crashes over me, wave after wave of sheer ecstasy.

The aftershocks of my release still ripple through me when Kael growls, "Again."

It's not a request; it's a demand. His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls me closer, his cock still hard inside me. "You're going to come again, Serena. And this time, I'm going to fill you with my seed."

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