Page 43 of Gaga for the Gargoyle
I can only hope once I accept the bond—which still terrifies me to think about—his restless nights will no longer be a thing.
God, he’s beautiful. His long lashes flutter over his lavender cheeks. His smooth skin is flawless and always burns hot. The blue mane of hair never seems to frizz or get ratty, and I’m envious of the luscious locks.
I wonder if he’d let me braid it.
I reach out my finger and trace it down his nose to his plump, wide lips.
He’s a wonderful kisser.
I lean up on my elbow and cover his mouth with mine. The moment our lips touch, his eyes shoot open, and his arm wraps around me, tugging me on top of him.
“Well, good morning, Kitten,” he says, smoothing his hands up and down my thighs.
I’m now on top of his groin, so I start grinding in circles. His cock hardens beneath me, and he growls, the sound rumbling deep within his chest.
“When are you going to fuck me?” I whine.
“You think you’re ready?”
“Yes. You said we can have sex without doing the bonding ritual, right?”
“We can.”
“And you’ll knot? I want to experience it, but you swear I won’t get pregnant?”
“If you’re not ready, then you will not get pregnant. I will knot and pour all my cum inside you if that’s what you want.”
I groan and reach down to tug at the band of his sweats. He doesn’t stop me as I fish out his cock.
“Oh,” I whisper the moment my palm slides down the length.
It’s one thing seeing it, butfeelingit is even better. The shaft is long, thick, and bulbous throughout. It’s velvety, unlike the texture of the rest of his skin.
This cock is going to destroy me.
Xander inhales deeply. “Fuck, I love the smell of your cunt when you’re turned on. You get so wet for me.”
I groan and use his pre-cum as lubricant as I fist him harder, squeezing and twisting.
He closes his eyes and continues to rub his hands up and down my thighs—always needing to touch me.
“I want you inside me, Xander.”
Without warning, he flips us over, my back hitting the mattress. Xander crawls between my legs and slowly peels off my pajama pants and panties, tossing them over the side of the bed.
He sinks two fingers inside me, and I arch off the mattress.
“You think you can take me?”
“Yes, Xander, please.”
“So greedy, Kitten.”
“I am. I need you.”
I try to reach down for his cock again, but his wings swoop in and pin my hands above my head.
My new favorite thing.
