Page 34 of Protected By the Gargoyle
He moved his lips down her neck, trailed his fingers over her collarbone. She released the softest sigh. He wanted to hear every sound of pleasure.
And her scent. Dear gods, it could ruin him. Her fragrance alone called to him like a siren’s song, drugging him so that he’d follow wherever she went. But now with the intoxicating scent of her arousal perfuming the air, it ignited a fierce ache within him. His cock throbbed.
An unimaginable yearning to bury himself inside her sweet flesh and make her cry out his name in ecstasy drummed through his veins.
Calm the fuck down.
Yes, he’d slap himself and douse his body with a cold shower if it would keep him from doing anything to hurt Janie and break her trust. He’d go as slow as she needed, even stopping, although it would be as difficult as lifting the tower from its foundation and tossing it into the harbor.
He wanted her to feel good. Enjoy every experience. And forget every terrible memory that catapulted her to nightmares. Her dreams should be nothing but sweet moments and, if he was lucky, sometimes include him.
He slid one hand along her side and moved it gently up to her breast. When she didn’t flinch or freeze up, he continued, caressing the luscious fullness.
She murmured his name in a near whisper and then said, “This feels so good.”
JANIE
What incredible sensations. She never knew her body could feel like this. But then again, he wasn’t just some guy to hook up with for fun. This was Arto. The one who’d watched over her, taken care of her, and waited for her.
When they’d first started kissing, a flash of being with the incubus almost made her stop. She forced herself not to let that vile memory control her and instead focused on the moment with Arto. Once she focused on his touch, she fell more and more under his spell. With every kiss and every touch, he reminded her what it was like to feel passion again. To burn with desire.
Janie didn’t know she could let go like this again. She’d feared she might be broken and no longer able to enjoy sex after the incubus had almost destroyed her.
But she trusted Arto—trusted him with her life. He’d never do anything to hurt her and only wanted to make her happy.
She’d been so frantic as she worried about him. With the possibility of their time together being severed, she cursed herself for waiting so long. Every heightened emotion from the last few days funneled into an acute point of need.
Their lips collided. Not gently this time, but desperate, brutal, needy. He didn’t hold back. He held her body captive in his massive embrace as they kissed, claiming her with the same raw urgency.
She ran her hands over the hard muscles in his torso. Heat circled with liquid flames deep in her core. The simmering sensation that had ignited within her since their first kiss erupted into full-out flames. The fire swept through her body, consuming all reservations and doubts that her mind had conjured in the past. There was no denying their desire for each other now.
He reached beneath her pajama top and spread his hands across her belly. His fingers trailed up, caressing her breasts and circling her nipples. She reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up. He helped her pull it over her head and then gazed at her with dark, potent desire.
“You’re so beautiful.” His voice was low and gravelly.
She stared at him, near breathless from the kiss. As he slid her pajama pants down, she sucked in a breath. Her legs were ugly with all the scars. He’d seen them before but never like this. Would they turn him off now?
A part of her shielded herself, wary of rejection. Then she took a deep breath. No more excuses. She slid the bottoms off her feet, and lay before him, exposed and vulnerable.
“Every part of you is beautiful.” He bent down and brushed his lips over her shin. He kissed every marred inch of her.
Although stiff at first, she relaxed beneath his gentle hands and tender kisses. He trailed his fingers up higher, sliding them up her inner thighs. He gazed up at her, eyes glowing with a golden hue and smoldering with hunger. He slid his hand between her legs, where she was dripping with need.
“You’re so wet.” A low vibrating growl of appreciation rumbled from his chest. He slid one digit in and then the other, working her. He inhaled, nostrils widening. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
Then he licked her inner thighs along the path his fingers had trailed.
She ran her fingers through his hair. “Oh, Arto.”
He teased her, moving ever closer until she writhed on the bed, and begged, “Please.”
“Yesss,” he murmured, his voice a low vibration against her skin.
When he finally reached where she craved him most, she settled back with a relieved sigh. He swirled his tongue with expert skill, drawing out every pleasurable sensation.
Her chest rose and fell with each raspy breath. “Feels so good.”
Not just good, incredible. Mind-bending. As he worked her body, she lost awareness of the world around her. Her senses narrowed to just the two of them and the incredible way he made her feel. Every part of her tingled with electrified heat.
