Page 24 of Gaga for the Gargoyle
Our first kiss.
Her soft lips meld into mine, plump and eager as they open to let my tongue slide in. She tastes like cinnamon.
Her hands smooth down my chest, her fingertips teasing the hem of my shirt before she slips them underneath the fabric. My cock jerks the moment her warm palms cover my abs.
The kiss intensifies the more she touches me. It’s as if every part of her that makes contact with me sends currents through my veins. Electricity fills the air with every stroke of my tongue over hers.
She moans into my mouth, and my fingers move to the back of her head to clutch her hair, still damp from her shower. I fist the strands, tugging roughly as I deepen the kiss.
She feels so good.
She’s making me feral.
A beast.
She gasps, and I stop.
“Too much?” I ask, out of breath.
“No, harder,” she responds, just as breathless.
Her fingertips skim over my wings again, and I nearly come undone.
I let out an animalistic growl and take her ass in my hands to lift her. Her legs automatically go around my waist.
“I know you’re exhausted—”
“I’m not.”
“I was going to let you sleep—”
“I’m not tired.”
“But if I don’t taste you right now, I might lose my goddamn mind.”
“Then taste me, Your Majesty.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
Chapter 7 – Evangeline
My beast.
Xander carries me to his bedroom, which has a gothic vibe. Black walls, dresser, and dark hardwood floors. Silver bedding to match the silver chandelier hanging from the vaulted black ceiling. Even his paintings mounted on the wall are black and silver.
He gently sets me on the ground and takes a step back to scan my body from head to toe.
“I just want to appreciate how beautiful you look.”
I glance down. The t-shirt is slightly too small and clings to my tummy. His sweats barely fit, too, as my ass is wider.
Brandon never complimented me. Ever. I didn’t realize how odd that was until my fortieth birthday, when men were complimenting me left and right. I didn’t realize how much I needed the validation.
I needed it then, but now, I’m at the point in loving myself and my body that hearing Xander say those words sends a shot of dopamine through my veins. He’s a fucking gargoyle king who looks like a God sent from...heaven?
Where do gargoyles come from?
It doesn’t matter. He called me beautiful, and hemeansit.
