Page 77 of Never Been Gargoyled
“Relax.” I dragged my lips slowly up his length. “Enjoy. We’re surrounded by plants and love. It’s the safest space in the world. Embarrass away.”
“You say that like it's romantic.” His abs flexed as I dipped again to take him deeper.
Groaning, he ran his fingers through my hair.
He tasted like heat and old magic. Like everything I’d always known and hadn’t dared to hope for.
When I pulled back with a satisfied little pop, he looked on the verge of exploding.
“I was supposed to be worshipping you,” he rasped.
“We’ll worship each other.”
Climbing up over him, I spread my legs, looking down at his tail still gliding across my clit.
“You’re going to make me come too fast,” I said with a huff. But I followed it up with a smile. “Then you’ll have to do it all over again because I doubt we’ll both be finished by then.”
“Then fall, mate,” he growled, his hands settling on my hips. “I’ll catch you.”
I shook my finger in his face. “Uh-uh. Not yet. Make that thing go away for now.”
It glided faster, driving me too close to the edge.
Leaning close, he kissed his way along my jaw to my ear. “You’re sure?”
“Feydin,” I whined, doing all I could to hold myself back. “I want you inside me. Now.”
“I’m yours.” He gave me a satisfied smile while his tail…
This male was an expert with tail-play, and he knew it.
I centered his cock at my entrance and took my time, moving slowly down until he was fully seated inside me.
“Alright?” he asked, his hands tightening on my hips.
“More than alright.” I began to move, setting a rhythm that made us both gasp. “This feels good.”
His eyes locked on mine, pure heat and wonder tangled behind every shade of gray. “You feel like you were made just for me.”
“Maybe I was.” I rocked my hips with a steady rhythm. The stretch of him inside me was wonderful, just enough to tease the edge of pain into pleasure. His grip on my hips grew firmer.
With the sunlight gliding across his dark hair and shoulders, I wanted to etch this image into my memory.
His chest rose when I clenched around him. “Hells,” he gasped, his brows pulling together. “You’re going to end me.”
I leaned forward, cupping his cheeks in my hands. “Then die impressed.”
He groaned, but his smile twitched upward, crooked and dazzled. “You’re dangerous.”
“And you love it.”
“I really, really do.”
I kissed him, rolling my hips, each movement drawing out a breathy sound from us both. Straightening, I dug my nails into his shoulders and lost track of everything except the way he filled me, the way we moved together as if there wasn’t a single space between our souls that hadn’t already fused.
He sat up, taking me with him, adjusting our angle so he could drive deeper, every push and slide a shockwave of heat curling from the tips of my toes.
“I had more plans,” he said against my throat. “More charts. A thoroughly outlined oral reenactment.”
