Page 28 of Fated to the Gargoyle
“Youdon’t need to hide any part of yourself from me.”
Hestared at me with vulnerability in his eyes, which now appeared silvery-gray.
“Idon’t want to frighten you with my appearance.”
“Youdon’t,”Isaid and touched his broad chest. “Nothingabout you terrifies me.You’rethe bravest, most loyal beingIknow.”Witha sly smile,Iadded, “Andthe sexiest.”
Helet out a low chortle. “NowIknow you’re pulling my tail.”
“I’mnot.ButIwould like to see it.Andtouch it.”Iskimmed my hand back up the side of his body and over his arms. “Allof you, as you really are.”
Hepinned a questioning gaze on me. “Areyou sure?”
Igulped.Althoughthe anxiety from the nightmare drifted away, my body remained in a state of hyperawareness, which seemed to amplify my attraction.Istared into his warm eyes.
“Absolutely.”
Dumontstood slowly and walked a half-dozen feet away from the bed.
“Don’tbe afraid,” he said in a gentle tone.Thenhis enormous gray wings unfurled from behind his back.Histail emerged from behind him, reaching around to settle on the floor.
“Amazing,”Iwhispered.Iclimbed out of bed wearing only a pair of white silky sleep shorts and a matching tank and walked over to him.
Heremained statue-still asIapproached, yet his lips parted and he tracked me with his eyes.Lessthan a foot away,Istopped before him and stared up.Iraised my hand beside his arm, gesturing toward his massive gray wing.Itappeared tough, almost stonelike.Curious,Iasked, “CanI?”
Henodded.
Ireached up and brushed my fingertips over the tips of his wing.AlthoughIexpected it to feel hard, maybe close to stone, it was more pliant.ThenIbrought my hands back to his broad chest, running them over the muscles.
“You’reunbelievably hard.”
Hegrunted. “You’retelling me.”
Mygaze shifted down between his legs, where his shaft was unmistakably erect, and heat rose to my cheeks.AlthoughIhadn’t meant it in that context, his arousal stirred mine.
“Ifeel so tiny standing next to you.Canwe go sit on the bed?”
“Ofcourse.”
Iwalked over, with my awareness higher, and the touch of the hardwood felt cool beneath the soles of my bare feet.OnceIclimbed onto his huge bed,Iturned, waiting for him.Heglanced down at me. “Come.”Icurled my finger toward me.
Heslid over me, bending me back, and his wingspan stretched behind him from one edge of the bed to the other.Everyaspect of him fascinated me.Iglanced up at him and reached to touch his horns.Alow moan rumbled out of him, seeming to originate deep within his chest.
“Ilike that.”Desiredarkened his eyes.Hegave me a small, sensual smile and then took my hand and raised it back near his horns.
Istroked his horns, gauging how it turned him on.Thatitself was an aphrodisiac that encouraged me to continue exploring his body—the carved muscles, the chiseled abs, and farther down to his unbelievably impressive erection, covered with just the thin layer of fabric with his pants.Helet out a low, pleasurable groan, one that sent tingles between my legs.Itstill amazed me that he had even fit inside me, but oh god, it had felt good.Incredible.Iwanted him again.
“Takethese off.”Itugged at the top of his pants.
Hepulled away from me and stood, keeping his intense eyes on me as he stripped off the pants, leaving him naked before me with a massive erection, his wings spread and tail curled down near his legs.
Isucked in a breath.Movingto the edge of the bed,Ikneeled before him.Hisshaft stood proud in front of me.Ireached out and stroked it again, then lowered my hands to brush his testicles.
“Eloise,” he muttered in raspy tone.
WhenIleaned forward and licked at the salty liquid that beaded at the tip, he released a guttural moan.Hiscock was huge, butIwanted it.Iwanted to bring him pleasure as he’d done for me over and over again.
Itook the massive head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it.Hehissed in pleasure and ran his fingers through my hair.Istretched my lips to glide as much of his length in as possible and used my hand to grasp the lower half.AsIworked him up and down,Ibegan to move in concert, need pooling between my legs.
