Page 83 of Charming Her Monsters

My body freezes with a tension I’ve never had before. But I’m not stone, I’m living magic at this moment.

I am free, and I am anchored only to her. My mate.

Pulsing fluid gushes into her, and she cries out with surprise, then pleasure.

“I love you,” I yell as I spill into her, and she milks me until I’m dry.

My head collapses on the pillow by her head, and I fight to regain my composure.

Thankfully, I didn’t crush her. I had braced myself with my elbows, but the effort is too much now. I am spent.

Rolling over onto my back, I feel my softening cocks slide out of her. She grunts and moans when I plaster her on top of my chest.

We lay there for several minutes, until she says, “That was… amazing sounds too shallow. Life changing?”

“Life changing is an excellent choice,” I say as I rub circles over her soft back.

She squirms up my body and gives me a peck on the mouth between my tusks. “I should probably clean up.” She worries her lip, as if she has more on her mind, then says, “I… I don’t know how it happened so fast, and I’m sort of freaking out about it, but I love you too.”

I never expected her to return my feelings so quickly, either. And although it would have saddened me, I would have understood if she never had felt the same.

If someone told me a week ago that I’d be in bed with my mate making love, I would have thought them insane.

However, here we are, blissful in each other’s arms.

If I didn’t wish to spend every moment with her for the rest of her life, I could finally die happy. As it is, I must wait to die happily years and years from now.

25

RETURNED

JADE

I’ve fallen, and I can’t get up. No, I don’twantto fall out of love.

I’m in a bit of daze after my experience with Flint. He’s still in his full gargoyle form, and I’m teetering on top of his enormous chest with his massive arms keeping me in place.

After my confession of love, he remembers I need to clean up. He shifts to his smaller, more human-like form and pulls his wings into his back. I pout a bit at this, but I understand he’s too big to move around easily if he remains in his true form.

Besides, I don’t think he’s used to showing that side of himself. I’m filled with pride that I was the one he felt he could be vulnerable with and the one he trusted to be himself and connect with.

Of course, the sweet gargoyle doesn’t let my feet touch the floor. He carries me to the spacious bathroom off his bedroom. The walk-in shower is thankfully large enough for both of us. Flint steps in, turns on the water, and sets me down, blocking the stream until it warms up. Then he cleans us both. I do my best to wash him and maybe thoroughly hand clean his cocks.

He’s quiet the entire time, meticulously touching every inch of my body to the point he’s kneeling down and stroking the bottom of my feet.

“Flint! It tickles!” I try to dance away.

Instead of letting me go, he grabs my body, pressing me to him and leisurely licking between my legs with his long tongue to clean up his release.

Imightbe able to come again, but honestly, I’m exhausted. I don’t even know if he wants to ramp me up again, but the sensations are wonderful, so I relax and enjoy his attention. He seems content just to be touching… and licking me. I have a brief flash of a fantasy that I wake in the mornings with him between my thighs, licking me as my very own orgasmic alarm clock.

“If I stay in the water any longer, I’ll turn into a prune,” I joke.

He pauses mid-lick and stares up at me in shock. Then he grins when he gets my meaning.

“That workout has me craving a snack,” I say as my stomach grumbles.

“Alright, I suppose I should feed you… actual food.” He chuckles and the deep, resonant sound delights me. “Do you get it? Because you tried to eat my cocks.”

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