Page 15 of The Gargoyle's Grace
“Pretty?”
“Mmm.”
Her hands moved, tracing along the edges of my wings, the sharp bone points hovering near her sides as the appendages sheltered her and balanced me.
She wiggled, trying to find a more comfortable spot against the boulder.
“Grace,” I hissed, cock throbbing.
“Magnus?” My name became an invitation as it rolled off her lips.
“I cannot offer gentleness,” I warned. “Or control.”
“I never asked.”
I snarled, tearing away her undergarments with my claws before unlashing the fastenings of my trousers. Bared to the air, her scent surrounded me. I ran my thumb along her wet slit, reveling in the way her back arched up and her chest rattled with a moan. “Do you like to be chased, little rabbit?” I circled her clit with the digit, which caused her hips to twitch. “Do you like to be scared?”
“Not scared,” she gasped.
“But chased,” I confirmed. “That works out rather well for the both of us.” Any answer she might have been preparing to give was cut off into by a groan as I sank my thumb into her heat. Her body was warm, slick, and pliable, cupping around me greedily. “Fuck, Grace.”
“You should,” she panted.
“Should what?”
“Fuck Grace.”
She’d be the end of me, I was sure of it.
I rubbed my thumb along the soft spot at the front of her, eliciting another twitch of her hips before removing my hand and stroking her wetness along the head of my cock. Head bowed over hers, I sought confirmation in her eyes. What I found there was an echo of my own desire, of my very soul.
One of her hands gripped the curled end of my wing spear, her heels dug into my ass as she pulled me closer to her body. “Please,” she sighed, tongue darting out to moisten her lips.
I exhaled and surged forward, melding my mouth to hers as I pressed against her entrance.
“Wait,” she gasped, and despite the drive to plunder her body, to make it mine immediately, I stilled.
“What’s wrong?”
“Even just as a manyou’re quite a bit larger than most. As this version of yourself… I’m not sure…”
“Speak clearly, Grace.” I was hazy with lust, the temptation close enough to touch. As such, the tenuous grasp I had on my control slipped further away.
“I don’t think you’re going to fit,” she panted, eyes wide as she felt me there. Her body tensed, the muscles preventing easy entrance.
“Not to worry, Little Rabbit.” I felt the dark descent into my more beastly form take over, gravel in my voice as her words flattered my ego. “You can take it. I’d never hurt you.”
She nodded, but the tension was still there. I stroked down her face with my fingers, then moved lower along her body, teasing at the sides of her breasts, the stiff peak of her nipple, and the hollow of her waist. I kissed her deeply, tangling my tongue with hers, inhaling her flavor and relishing the fact that my attention garnered a fresh wave of wetness between her legs.
On a sigh, Grace angled her body so she could accept my intrusion more readily, and we swallowed one another’s breath as I slid inside. Thought became nothing more than white static as my cock pulsed, the sheath of her body tight against the length of me.
“You were made for me, Grace,” I muttered, sipping at her lips as my hips began to move. I put both hands under her head, protecting her from the stone at her back as I sank into her over and over again. Her slickness spread along my length as her body cradled mine in a tight embrace.
Her hands struggled to settle on a place to grab onto as I gave over to the mindless thrusting my body demanded. They flitted from my face, to my wing tips, to my shoulders, and back again. I didn’t care where she touched, it all sent a thrill through me. Eventually, she gripped my forearms, finding the leverage she’d been seeking as her body began to throb around me.
“Magnus.” Her head rolled to the side, her eyes squeezed closed. Her body tightened around me, and I canted my hips so my pelvis would apply more pressure where I was sure she craved it most.
She cried out, and my hips snapped faster against her as I felt the rush of wetness from her climax ease the friction of my thrusts. The sound of our heavy breaths and the slap of flesh meeting flesh echoed into the cool night, quieting even the animals as we disappeared into the moment together.
