Page 61 of Never Been Gargoyled
My breath caught. “Feydin.”
“I know we haven't known each other long,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “I know this whole situation is complicated and uncertain. But I need you to know that no matter what happens with the estate, no matter where you end up, I want to be there with you.”
“You'd leave here? This has been your home for years.”
“Home isn't a place anymore.” He reached over and touched my face gently. “It's wherever you are.”
The words hit me like a physical blow in the best possible way. Nobody had ever looked at me the way he was looking at me now, like I was something wonderful, miraculous.
“I'm falling in love with you,” I whispered.
“Dazy.” He leaned closer, his hand still cupping my cheek. “I've been in love with you since the moment you climbed through the front window and started making this place live again.”
“Show me,” I said.
He kissed me then, soft and sweet at first, then deeper as I responded. The taste of him, the feel of his hands in my hair, and the way he held me like I was something fragile and important, combined to make my head spin.
When he pulled back, we were both breathing hard.
I kissed him again, pouring all my feelings into it. My love, my trust, my certainty that this was right.
He groaned against my mouth and pulled me closer, his wings spreading to shelter us from the night air. Warmth radiated from his body, and he smelled clean and fresh.
He kissed his way down my throat, finding the sensitive spot that made me gasp. His hands were gentle but sure as they pushed my shirt up, his mouth following the path they traced.
“You're beautiful,” he whispered against my skin.
I arched against him, my hands fisting in his hair. The slate was cool against my back when he laid me down, but his mouth was warm as it moved lower.
When he reached the waistband of my shorts, he paused, his fingers tracing the line of the fabric as if it were a boundary he wasn’t sure he should cross. His eyes met mine, a question lingering there.
I nodded, swallowing hard against the anticipation that tightened my throat. “Finish what you started earlier?”
“I will.” He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, his touch gentle as he eased my shorts down. The cool night air coasted across my skin, raising goosebumps, but his hands were almost reverent as they mapped every inch of me he revealed. He took his time, exploring the curve of my hips, the line of my thighs, as if he were committing them to memory. I watched him, my heart poundingin my chest, not with nerves, but with a need so strong it left me breathless.
When he finally slipped my shorts off completely, he leaned back, his gaze traveling over me like a caress. I felt exposed, yet safe, as if the intensity of his look could shield me from anything. He reached out, his hand cupping my ankle, his thumb circling the bone in a way that sent shivers across my skin. His touch was electric, sparking sensations that made my nerves hum like live wires.
Slowly, he trailed his fingers up my calf, the back of my knee, the inside of my thigh. The callouses on his fingertips made me hyperaware of every touch. When he reached the juncture of my thighs, he paused again, his eyes moving up to meet mine. I nodded again, gripping the rough roof tiles beneath me for support.
He leaned in, his breath warm, and then his mouth was on me, his tongue tracing lines of fire that made me gasp. He took his time, learning what made me writhe and what made me beg. His hands held my hips steady as he worked, his mouth doing things that made me see stars brighter than the real ones overhead. I could feel the pleasure building, one that started deep within me, radiating outwards like ripples on a pond.
His fingers joined his mouth, one sliding inside me with a gentleness that countered the strength he possessed. I arched against him, a moan escaping my lips as he began to move, his finger curling slightly, hitting a spot that sent sparks dancing behind my eyelids. He added another finger, the stretch burning slightly,but the pain was welcomed, tying me to this moment even as the pleasure tried to sweep me away.
His mouth never left me, his tongue moving in time with his fingers in a dance that felt completely new. The roughness of the roof tiles beneath my fingers and the coolness of the night air combined to heighten every sensation. I was a mess of need, my body coiling tighter and tighter as he brought me to the peak.
“Feydin,” I gasped, my voice ragged, every part of me trembling. “I'm going to…”
“Let go,” he said against my skin, his voice vibrating through me, adding another layer to the heightened sensations. “I've got you.”
My body convulsed as heat crashed over me in ripples that seemed to go on forever. I clutched his hair as I arched my body against his mouth. He continued to pump his fingers inside me, riding out the storm with me, and he didn’t stop until the last tremor had passed, until I was limp and sated, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
Only then did he gently withdraw his fingers, placing a final, soft kiss on my thigh before he leaned back. His eyes met mine, a soft smile playing on his lips. Lifting his hand, he proceeded to lick my essence off his fingers, groaning while he did it.
When I could breathe again, he lifted me into his arms and held me against his chest, kissing the top of my head.
“That was incredible,” I said when I could finally thinkagain.
He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “We should get you inside before you get cold.”
