Page 47 of Guarded By the Gargoyle

“You can…can feel it when I come?”

Kael nodded.

“It’s like waves of pleasure coming from your body and running through mine. Iloveto feel you come,” he added, his silver eyes blazing.

“Did…did it make you come, too?” I asked, fascinated by this heavenly power of his.

“Not yet.” He rose to sit on the couch by me. I could see the bulge in the front of his black trousers but he made no move to open them. I had the idea that maybe he was waiting for me to ask him to unfasten them. Instead, I leaned across and rested my hand on the thick bulge.

He jumped a little and groaned when I stroked him.

“Mistress…your touch is so soft!”

“I want to see it,” I said. I remembered what he looked like in statue form and how impressive his size had been. Of course, I also remembered his gargoyle form and how he’d had a sharp, scary-looking barb at the end of his cock instead of a crown. How didthatwork?

Kael spread his hands.

“My body is yours to command, Mistress. Do what you want with me.”

I liked that—liked it a lot. After having no control at all during sex with Carlo, I liked being the one in charge for a change.

“Do you like that?” I asked curiously. “Letting me be in charge?”

His silver eyes went half-lidded.

“I love to serve,” he admitted in a low voice. “It is my pleasure to give you pleasure, Mistress. And yes, to give you control…if you want it.”

“I do,” I said, surprising myself a little. But again, I liked having control of the situation.

“Then do whatever you want to me,” Kael growled softly. “I am yours, Mistress—use me.”

His words sent a shiver of lust straight down my spine.

“All right,” I said. I unfastened his trousers and reached inside to pull out my prize.

It really was huge—even bigger than I’d remembered. But I thought I could take it if I was careful. Still, did I want to gothatfar? We still hadn’t known each other a whole twenty-four hours yet, I reminded myself. Maybe we ought to wait.

I looked up at him.

“I want to taste you too, but I don’t think we should go any further tonight,” I told him.

Most human men would have thrown a temper tantrum at that point but Kael only nodded.

“Very well—whatever you wish, Mistress.”

“I want you to tell me about this.” I stroked his long thick shaft up and down. He had a spicy, masculine scent that I loved and his skin was like velvet.

“What…what do you want to know?” he panted. He was leaning back against the couch now, with his arms spread over the back and his wings hanging down over the other side. I liked the way he was so open for me—like I really could do anything I wanted to him. It made me feel powerful and safe and sexy to be in control.

“I want to know why it looks different when you’re in your, uh, other form,” I told him. “Why does it have a kind of stinger instead of a head when you’re a gargoyle?”

He frowned and then groaned as I leaned down and slid my tongue around and around the broad head.

“That…that’s my pleasure barb,” he finally managed. “Mistress, your mouth is so sweet on me!” He started to reach for me but I lifted up and shook my head.

“No, Kael—I like your arms across the back of the couch. Just stay there and let me explore you.”

His eyes were suddenly half-lidded, gleaming silver in the firelight.

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