Page 76 of Never Been Gargoyled
He responded, his hands coming up to cup my face as he kissed me back with an intensity that made my knees quiver. When his tongue swept against mine, I made a sound that was half-moan, half-sigh.
“The cushions,” I gasped against his lips.
“Right. Cushions.” He scooped me up, carrying me the few steps to the reading nook and settling me gently on the soft fabric.
I tugged him down beside me, my hands already working on the buttons of his shirt. “I need to touch you.”
“You’re touching me.”
“More.” I got his shirt open and ran my hands over his chest, marveling at the warm gray skin and the definition of muscle beneath. “I need more.”
He shrugged out of his shirt while I did the same. When he saw me in my bra, his eyes went dark and his wings fluttered.
“Beautiful.” He leaned down to press kisses along my collarbone.
I arched against him, tangling my hand in his hair. Everything felt heightened here, from the scentof flowers, to the soft cushions beneath us, to the way the sunlight painted golden streaks across his skin.
When he reached behind me to unhook my bra, his fingers fumbled with the clasp. I bit back a smile at his obvious nerves.
“Having trouble?” I asked.
“Human undergarments are unnecessarily complicated,” he grumbled, which made me laugh.
“Here, let me.” I undid the clasp myself, letting the fabric fall away.
The look on his face when he saw my breasts made heat pool low in my belly.
“Amazing,” he breathed, his hands hovering over my skin.
“I won't break. Touch me.”
He stroked down my chest and cupped my breasts, watching my face as he ran his calloused thumbs across my nipples. When his mouth followed the path his hands had traced, I gasped and pressed closer.
“I love how you respond to me,” he said against my skin. “The sounds you make, the way you move.”
“Then keep doing what you're doing.”
He chuckled, the vibration sending shivers through me. “As you wish.”
We took our time undressing each other. I wanted to memorize everything. His tail curled around my ankle, and he made such a sweet sound when I kissed the spot where his wing met his shoulder.
When we were both naked, he pulled back to look at me, his gaze traveling over my body with an intensitythat should have made me self-conscious. Instead, it made me feel powerful. As beautiful as he’d called me.
I stroked his face. “I love you.”
“Show me.” Rough want grated through his voice.
I pushed him back against the cushions and kissed my way down his body, learning the taste of his skin and the sounds that meant I was doing something right. When I took his cock into my mouth, he groaned and his wings spread wide, knocking over a small potted plant.
“Sorry,” he groaned.
“No apologies for us. I want all of you. Even the parts that knock things over.” I returned to his cock, loving how big it was, how tiny numbs along the sides quivered. I’d felt them when he moved inside me and now they teased across my tongue.
Feydin’s breath snagged, his hands clutching the cushions. “Hells, Dazy…”
I hummed, dragging my tongue along those ridged, sensitive places that made his hips stutter up. His tail curled around my thigh in a tight spiral, practically vibrating with tension, and the tip... This male knew very well what to do to keep me with him. It stroked between my legs, making me ache to feel everything.
“You’re going to make me embarrass myself,” he growled, his voice gravel-rough and barely restrained.
