Page 31 of Fated to the Gargoyle
“Oh, me too.”Igazed at her, my beauty who’d given herself to me twice.Well, her body.Istill yearned to win her heart. “Comeout onto the terrace.”
Iled her through my apartment to theFrenchdoors that led outside.Ipulled out a chair at the small wrought-iron table—the perfect spot for a romantic dinner, not thatI’ddone so with any women before.
Thenagain,Eloisewasn’t just any woman.
“Havea seat.”Imotioned for her.Aftershe sat,Itook the bottle ofBeaujolaisI’dalready set out on the table along with two glasses. “Wouldyou like a glass of wine?”
“Yes, please.”Hersmile lingered. “Thisis all so romantic.”
Iexhaled. “Good.Thenmy plan worked.”WhenIwent to get the food,Irealized my mistake.Iwouldn’t let her stay out here alone.Evenif there were wards on the building and sentries on watch to protect us, the idea of leaving her vulnerable to any possible danger stabbed me with unease.ButIdidn’t want to frighten her with my vigilance, soItried to keep my voice nonchalant. “Ourdinner is staying warm inside.Comewith me to choose what you’d like?”
“Sure.”Shestood andIexhaled.Whenwe stepped into the kitchen, she inhaled. “Mmm, it smells so good.”
Ipulled the chicken cordon blue and a baguette out of the oven where it was staying warm. “Don’tworry,Ididn’t make this,”Iteased. “Thebaguette would be as hard as a gargoyle in stone.”
Shelaughed, such a musical sound thatIwanted to hear more often.Howodd it was thatI’donly recently met this woman, but her happiness was already so important to me.Iwasn’t just falling for her,Iwas tumbling, descending, crashing—as fast and hard as rock falling off a cliff to the ground.
“Ithought you liked to cook,” she said.
“True,”Iadmitted with a self-deprecating shrug. “ButI’msure this is much better than whatIcould come up with.”
Dinnerseemed to fly by, although we spent almost two hours on the terrace talking, lingering over glasses of wine.Afterward, we headed back into my apartment.
Assoon asIclosed the door, we turned and stared into each other’s eyes.Herbreath came quicker, and her chest rose and fell with each one, while my heart jolted hard against my rib cage.Thesensual tension that had been simmering between us all evening threatened to explode with ferocious heat.
Onerapid breath.Thenanother.Andthen we came together.
Ourbodies crashed as we dove for each other, kissing and grasping and craving and wanting.
Ilifted her and carried her to the sofa, laying her across it asIcovered her body with mine, careful not to crush her.AsIkissed her,Itraced down every curve of her body, desperate to touch and claim her once again.Islid my hand down along her bare leg, up under her dress and over her silky thighs.
“Trustme,Iwant to,” she said, “butI’mstill a little sore from last night.”
Wincingwith shame,Isaid, “I’mso sorry.Ididn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Don’tbe sorry.”Sheflashed a naughty smile. “Itwas a good hurt.”Sheslid her hand down my torso. “Butwe can do other things.”Shemoved my hand back between her legs. “Thisfeels good.”
AsItouched her, she shivered and released the softest moans.Iwatched her face, transfixed, asIadjusted the pressure and pace, gauging her reaction.Hermouth fell open and her eyelids lowered.Icontinued to work her this way, and she ground against my hand.
Herexpression tightened as she grew closer.Sheclimaxed seconds later with a whimper and her body shuddered.Hersweet honey coated my fingers as she pulsed around me so tightlyIhad to pull them free.Herfeatures softened with pure rapture, such a beautiful vision, oneI’dcommit to memory.
Sheopened her eyes and flashed me a naughty smile before she sat up and then slid down my body.
Iheld her upper arm. “Youdon’t have to do that.”
“Iwant to,” she insisted, working her way down.
Sherolled down my clothing and licked the liquid at the tip of my cock.Isucked in a breath, turning as still and hard as my stone form.Asshe took me in her warm mouth, she ran her fingers down my shaft, tightening her grip and moving faster as she worked me ever closer.Iran my fingers through her hair and then reached down to touch her breasts.
“Takethis off,”Irumbled, tugging at her shirt. “Iwant to touch you.”
Shepulled away just long enough to remove her dress and unhook her lacy white bra, revealing her beautiful breasts.Whenshe took me in her mouth again,Ireached down to cup her breasts, tweaking the hard, delicate nipple between my fingers.Islid my hand farther down, trailing it between her legs, and found her even wetter.Herexcitement shot me higher.
“CanIcome on you?”Iasked.
“Yes,” she said in a breathless tone.
Secondslater,Ipulled away from her mouth and aimed my shaft at her beautiful breasts.Hotjets spurted out of me, painting her chest.Markingher as mine.
