Page 55 of Never Been Gargoyled
“See? Fascinating.”
I laughed, and something shifted in his expression. His eyes darkened, and he focused on my mouth.
“Dazy,” he said, his voice rough.
“Yes?” My voice quavered.
Instead of answering, he stood and moved around the desk toward me. I stayed where I was, my pulse surging up into my throat as he approached.
“I want to kiss you,” he said when he was close enough to touch.
“Okay,” I whispered.
His hands came up to frame my face. When his lips met mine, it was nothing like the tentative kisses we'd shared before. This was deep and desperate, and it made my knees weak.
I kissed him back, my hands fisting in his shirt. He tasted like mint and promises, and I wanted more.
Much more.
He must have felt the same way because suddenly his hands were at my waist, lifting me onto the edge of the desk. Papers scattered, but neither of us cared.
“Is this okay?” he asked against my lips.
“More than okay.”
He kissed me again, deeper this time, his hands threading through my hair. I wrapped my legs aroundhis waist, pulling him closer, and he made a sound that was part growl, part groan.
“Dazy,” he breathed, trailing kisses down my throat.
“Don't stop.” I tipped my head back to give him better access.
His mouth moved lower, finding the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. When he sucked gently, I gasped and arched against him.
“You're so beautiful,” he murmured against my skin.
I wanted to tell him he was beautiful too, but words seemed impossible when he was touching me like this. Instead, I pulled his face back up to mine and kissed him with everything I had.
He responded by sweeping his wing across the desk, sending books and papers flying. The sound made me laugh, which made him smile against my mouth.
“Impatient?” I teased.
“Desperate.” He laid me back on the now-clear surface.
The oak was cool against my back, a contrast to the heat building between us. He hovered over me, his eyes asking permission for what might come next.
“Yes,” I said before he could ask.
His hands found the hem of my top, pushing it up slowly. When his mouth followed the path his hands had taken, I thought I might die from the pleasure of it.
“Feydin,” I gasped when he reached the soft skin below my ribs.
“I want to taste you.” Thick want filled hisvoice. “All of you.”
Heat pooled low in my belly. “Please.”
He kissed his way down my belly, his hands gentle as they pulled my shorts over my hips and lower. When his fingers found the hem of my underwear, I lifted my hips to help him remove them.
He spread my thighs wide and crawled between them, looking up one final time as if he worried I’d deny him this pleasure now.
