Page 24 of The Gargoyle's Grace
Breathing suddenly seemed difficult, heavy. His warm hands roved stealthily on as he lifted up, balanced on his knees. “And you’re mine?” I asked, voice frustratingly breathy. I couldn’t think when his hands were on me like that.
“As long as you’ll have me.” He growled low, fisting my skirt as he pushed it above my waist.
“Are you distracting me on purpose?” I asked.
With his palm flat against my chest, he pushed me gently backwards. My body sank into the blankets and soft mattress as he pulled off my undergarments. The fabric whispered down my legs as he pressed kisses all along the inside of one thigh, then the other.
“Is it working?” he asked, voice low and rumbly against my skin.
I shivered, able only to breathe out as his tongue swiped the damp length of me. “Maybe.”
“Mmm. I’ll have to try harder then.” He worked me in earnest then, feasting on my flesh with teeth and tongue. I couldn’t do anything but relax into his firm grip as his mouth lashed at me and his arm held me in place, firmly settled across my hips.
“Magnus,” I whined, trying to back away as he focused solely on sucking at my clit, one of his thick fingers gently probing my entrance.
“I’m not moving until you come at least twice.”
Heat bloomed in my blood as the endorphins rushed around and the pressure built low in my abdomen. This man and his dirty mouth were going to be the end of me. I’d gone years and years without so much as a glance of attention, but he’d made me as wanton as a teenager just discovering the joys of the flesh.
He curved his finger upwards, pressing into that soft spot that always made me see stars. The pressure relaxed on my clit, and he traded for slow licks with his tongue instead, making my thighs quake. The rumble of his growl pushed me right up against the edge of climax.
When he used his teeth, I was done for. I plunged into ecstasy, bucking against his mouth as he continued his ministrations. “I can’t—” I protested, unsure what I even wanted to say.
He pulled away from me with a wet noise, though his finger never stopped curling into that spot. “We’ve been over this, Little Rabbit. You can. And you will. Just one more. For now.”
I moaned as his hot mouth returned to my sensitive flesh, lathing and sucking and consuming me whole. He was a perceptive lover, adjusting one little thing if he noticed me twitch or moan, and it led to me being an over-sensitized throbbing mess. I reached down and threaded my fingers through his thick curls, my grip pulling him further into me which apparently was all it took.
Another climax surged through my body, leaving me burning from my toes to the roots of my hair. “Saints,” I cursed, panting as I stared at the ceiling, thighs shaking as he gave one final long lick.
He smirked as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, leaving me in a puddle on the bed. “I did promise to make you dinner, did I not?”
“What?”
“You’re the best meal I’ve had in ages, Grace.”
Chapter12
Magnus
“Very clever,” Grace admonished, her voice still heavy.
I loved the look of her on that bed, disheveled and flushed in places only I got to see. Her shallow breaths gave me life, and the feel of her body tensing against mine turned me into nothing more than a man with a singular goal. My sole mission became to give her as much pleasure as possible, for as long as possible. Nothing else mattered. I could disappear into her for days, given the opportunity. It was dangerous, but I loved every moment of it.
“Though I imagine you’re hungry too?” I asked, the taste of her ripe on my tongue.
She sat up on her elbows. “You’re not going to… finish what you started?”
“I most certainly did. Twice, if I was paying attention correctly.”
She scoffed, the scowl I loved so much back on her face. “You know what I mean.”
The ache in my pants was definitely interested in what she was asking about, but it would wait. I had more plans, and I didn’t want dinner to burn.
“Soon, Little Rabbit. Let’s get you fed. I spent an unreasonable amount of time making this, I’d hate to see it wasted.”
I went into the kitchen, Grace a few steps behind. “What’ve you made?”
Steam slapped me in the face as I opened the oven door and pulled out the casserole. “Nothing fancy, but I always did love my mother’s cottage pie. As we’re in a little cottage, I thought…” I shrugged, turning to a pile of mush at her soft features smiling over at me.
