Page 29 of Mated to the Gargoyle
“Wow,”Iagreed.
Myheart pounded asIpressed my forehead to hers, careful not to crush her.ThenIrolled beside her and draped an arm across her heated body, which was as hot and as slick as mine.Mybreath raced asIcradled her body against me.Forseveral seconds, allIheard were the sounds of our rapid breathing.
Thena wave of concern rushed through me.Itouched her shoulder. “Areyou okay?”
“No.”Shechuckled. “I’llnever be the same.”
Ipressed myself up on my forearm. “Ohno,Ihurt you, didn’tI?”
“No.”Shebeamed as she flashed me a brilliant smile. “Imean, a little, but in a good way.”WhenIfurrowed my brows, she added, “Ijust meanImight be a little sore, butI’llrecover.”Shetrailed her fingers over my temple and down along my jawline. “Itwas wonderful.”
“Incredible,”Imurmured and relaxed beside her once more.
Fora minute or two, we lay entwined as our heart rates slowed.
“Hugo?”Hervoice was low and breathy.
“Yes?”
“Didyou mean what you just said?”
Abolt of wariness shot up my spine.Ohhell.Allhope that she hadn’t processed whatI’dsaid while caught in the heat of our passion vanished.
Stallingfor time,Ifeigned ignorance asIasked, “Saidwhat?”Myheart rate wasn’t going to slow down after all.
“Whenyou called me your mate.”
Itook a deep breath as my mind sought for the proper words.Theyclashed and pummeled in my post-orgasmic haze.Howthe hell wasIgoing to explain this?
Onepart of me said to tell her the truth.Theother mocked at the idea, insisting it was the surest way to push her to run from me.Shewas human.Fearwormed down in my gut.She’dreject me.
Shestared at me with patient eyes.Mypalms heated once more.WhatshouldIsay?
Iswallowed.Nomore hesitation.Iopened my mouth to speak…
Anya
“Wecan talk tomorrow,”Hugosaid to me in a gentle tone, edged with something.Wasit fear? “Goto sleep,LittleSparrow,” he urged. “Youneed your rest.”
AlthoughIwanted him to answer whether he’d just shot out the words during the heat of passion or whether it meant something more, he was right.Sleepwas a good idea, especially asIstill rode the high.
Mind-bending orgasms thatInever thought possible.Certainlynot in my limited experience.I’dbrought myself to climax better than my few partners—that was until tonight.
“Okay.”Idoubted either of us were up for an intense conversation when we were both mindless anyway.Isettled in besideHugo, reveling in his warmth as he spooned me.Thiswasn’t the time for me to seek answers.Ispent enough time delving into the mysteries of our world during the day.Afterall that had happened,Icould use the respite.
* * *
Thenext morning,Iwoke in an unfamiliar space.AsIblinked, adjusting to the dim light in the room,Irecognized the outlines ofHugo’sbedroom.Thesleek lines.Thedark wood furniture.Theenormous bed, large enough to fit a massive gargoyle.
Islept with the gargoyle.Ifit weren’t for the soreness,Iwould have told myself it had just been a dream—a delicious, dizzying, mind-unraveling dream.
“Goodmorning.”Isnuggled back against him, brushing against his stiff erection.
Herumbled and pulled me against. “Goodmorning.”Henuzzled the back of my neck.Hereached around and caressed one of my breasts, stoking the smoldering coals within.Whenhe reached down between my legs,Ileaned into his touch—until the soreness stung.
“I’mafraidIneed a little time to recover,”Iannounced with regret.
“Ah, right.”Hepulled his hand away and propped himself up on one elbow. “Areyou okay?”Hisexpression turned concern.Helifted his other hand, moving it over my hip as if attempting to figure out how to soothe me. “DidIhurt you?”
