Page 67 of Guarded By the Gargoyle

“But you didn’t do it on purpose,” I pointed out.

“That doesn’t matter. Ihurtyou.” His eyes were full of regret. “Even now, I can feel your pain. Here…” He laid one big hand flat in my lap, indicating my thighs. “I burned you with my demon seed. For that there can be no forgiveness.”

“Yes, there can!” I exclaimed. “Because I forgive you—Kael, I’ve missed you so much!”

“I have missed you too, Mistress and you’re very kind. But I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” he murmured, shaking his head.

I could see that he was really beating himself up and filled with guilt. If I couldn’t find a way around that—a way to help him forgive himself—I would stand no chance of ever getting him to stay with me. If he evencouldstay, since he technically now belonged in Heaven. Still, I had to try.

“I have an idea,” I said slowly. “What if you healed me—you know, like you did before? Could you forgive yourself then?”

He looked up at me uncertainly.

“You would allow me to heal you? To put my mouth on the places where I hurt you so badly?”

I felt like my heart might burst.

“Yes, Kael,” I said reaching out to stroke my fingers through his hair. “I would—with all my heart, I would.”

“Willow…Mistress…” He leaned forward and I parted my legs so I could wrap myself around him.

Since he was still kneeling and I was sitting on the couch, this worked pretty well. I was about to wrap my legs around his sides and wrap my arms around his neck. For a long moment we clung together. He felt so good in my arms—his muscular body molding to mine and his warm, spicy scent seemed to send my hormones into overdrive. Iwantedhim.

I didn’t even mind that the silky red robe the cottage had provided had opened and I was naked beneath it. I barely noticed my own state of undress, I was so glad to hug my fallen angel again.

But Kael certainly noticed my near-nakedness.

“Mmm, Mistress,” he murmured, pulled back a little to look at me. “You’re bare under this little robe.”

“The better to let you heal me,” I told him. “Which is what I want you to do now.”

I was beginning to feel sexy and bossy—just like I had the first time we’d come together. From the way Kael’s silver eyes went half-lidded at my tone, he was feeling it too.

“Show me what you would have me do, Mistress,” he rumbled. “Show me where to heal you.”

“Here,” I said, and spread my legs for him.

I wasn’t wearing any panties and I saw Kael’s eyes go wide as I opened for him. But the next minute, the guilt was back on his face when he saw the faded red marks on my inner thighs.

“Gods, I hurt you so deeply,” he murmured, leaning forward to study the marks which wouldn’t fade completely.

“No more of that talk!” I exclaimed. “I’ll let you heal me but no guilt allowed.”

“But I—” he began.

I cut him off by weaving my fingers through his thick black hair and pulling him forward.

Of course he was strong enough to resist me if he didn’t want to do it…but I didn’t feel any push back from him at all. Instead, he let out a low groan that sounded like pure need and murmured,

“Gods, Mistress…”

Then he began kissing and licking my inner thighs.

My heart was pounding and my breath was coming in short little pants as I watched him do it. His healing power made me tingle and all the tingles seemed to be going directly to my pussy, which was getting wetter and hotter and more needy by the second.

But Kael refused to be rushed. He continued to kiss my inner thighs tenderly and bathed them with his tongue until every last red mark was gone. Then he looked up at me, his eyes lazy with lust.

“Mistress,” he growled softly. “May I heal you deeper? I filled your pussy with my seed as well—I know you must need healing there.”

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