Page 92 of Cherished By the Gargoyle
Intense need burns through me as I carry her to the bed of furs, settling her gently in the center of the nest.
Her cheeks flush a lovely shade of pink as she looks up at me. “I thought we had to do a mating flight for you to claim me.”
The mere thought of claiming her makes my entire body ache with need. Leaning down, I cup her jaw and trace my thumb over her full lower lip. “First, I must make you ready to take me.” My voice is low and rough as I crawl over her. “And then, I will claim you and mark you as my mate.”
Leaning down, I press my lips to hers. The kiss is soft and tender at first. I trace my tongue along the seam of her mouth, asking for entrance. When she parts her lips, my tongue finds hers and curls around it.
She tastes of honey and wine and when I move over her, she parts her thighs and I settle between them. My stav is hard and erect, and I’m desperate to be inside her. As I roll my hips against her, she clings to me even tighter.
My length presses insistently against the warmth of her center, only the barrier of our clothing separating me from her entrance. A soft moan escapes her, sparking something dark and primal deep within.
I run my hand through her hair and grip the silken strands in my fingers, tipping her head back and angling her mouth to mine as I deepen our kiss, tasting her more fully.
Her lips part beneath mine, and I drink her in. Her breath quickens as her hands clutch at my shoulders, pulling me closer.
The world around us falls away until it is only her… her warmth, her scent, the way her heart flutters in her chest. Careful of my claws, I slide my hand down her body, tracing my fingers over the gentle swell of her breasts.
She gasps and arches into my touch.
Tugging gently on the neckline of her dress, I pull it down, freeing her breasts. I close my mouth over the sensitive peaks, and she moans as I begin a gentle suction, grazing the hardened tips with my sharp fangs, careful not to break her skin.
“More, Thalric,” Auri breathes, running her fingers through my hair and caressing my pointed ears, driving my desire even higher. “Please, don’t stop.”
I turn my attention to her other breast, laving my tongue over the hardened bead at the tip until she’s panting heavily and writhing beneath me.
“Thalric,” she says my name like a prayer as she kneads the muscles along my shoulders, trying to pull me even closer. “I need more.”
I trail my hands down her body and over the sensuous curve of her hip. Gathering her dress in my hand, I push the voluminous skirt up to her waist, tracing the tips of my fingers over the petal-soft skin of her inner thighs. “Open for me,” I breathe against her lips. “I want to taste you.”
She parts her thighs even more. A deep growl escapes me when I realize she isn’t wearing any undergarments. My heart pounds and need burns through me like fire as I drag my fingers through her already slick folds. Her delicate scent fills my nostrils, delicious and intoxicating. Something dark and primalunfurls deep within, and I am desperate to sink deep into her warm, wet heat.
Clenching my jaw, I struggle to maintain my control. I want her bare beneath me, but this dress is impossible. With lace and various ties, it’s not easy to remove.
She tries to help me, but then lifts her gaze to mine, her pupils blown wide. “Tear it,” she whispers. “I don’t care. I want you.”
My restraint snaps. Extending my claws, I slice a line down the center, and it falls away.
My nostrils flare as I gaze at her lovely form. Moonlight spills through the cave’s opening, bathing her in silver light. I can hardly breathe. She is everything I have ever desired. “You are so beautiful,” I whisper. “My lovely human mate.”
My stav strains against the leather wrap around my waist and I remove it as well.
I want so much to join my body to hers. My hands shake from the sheer force of my need as my gaze travels over her, tracing every line and sensuous curve.
My entire body aches with need, my stav heavy and pulsing. A bead of liquid gathers on the crown of my stav. I’m desperate to be inside her. To knot her and give her my claiming mark as I fill her with my seed.
But I force myself to hold back. She is fragile, and precious, my beautiful human mate.
Lowering my head, I press my lips to the hollow at the base of her throat. Her pulse flutters beneath my tongue as I taste the sweet salt of her skin.
I press a series of kisses down her body, worshipping her with my lips and my tongue until I reach her breasts. She arches into me with a soft cry, her hands threading into my hair as I take her into my mouth.
I turn my attention to her other breast and then continue down her form. When I reach her lower abdomen, I pause. Firelight dances across her skin, and a fierce, quiet hope unfurls in my chest—a primal yearning that someday she might carry our child.
I press a lingering kiss to her soft skin, closing my eyes as I breathe her in. When I lift my head, her honey brown eyes meet mine as I trace my fingers along her inner thigh. “Let me worship you, my savryl.”
CHAPTER 62
AURORA
