Page 36 of The Gargoyle's Captive

It’s a sight I’ll never get used to. She isn’t doing anything particularly provocative, just sitting with the sheets pooled around her waist and her breasts exposed, her dark hair pushed back from her face. But she’s inmybed. Naked and vulnerable and trusting.

I shut the door behind me and drink in the image she presents. “I like you like this.”

“I’m naked. Of course you like me like this.” She laughs a little, but color rises in her pale cheeks.

This feels like a big step that I’m not entirely certain we’ve earned, but that’s not going to stop me. What’s the point of time when in some ways I feel like I’ve known this woman my entire life? I can’t stop myself from holding my breath.

“Are you sure you want it like this? Just me. No games.”

“Yes. Is this okay with you?” No matter what the bargain between me and Grace says, I don’t want to push her into anything she doesn’t want to do. I never have, even when anger was riding me hard. I still don’t know how to put into words what I feel for Grace. But maybe I can show her. Not with colors or energy or magic. With my touch. Sometimes it’s better to say less, especially when my words so often get away from me.

She finally nods. “Yes, Bram. Of course it’s okay with me. It’s not like you’re asking to fuck me while we’re flying.”

My body surges hot, but I shut the thought down quickly. “That’s not a good idea. Even without the temperature at play, it’d be too easy to hurt you.”

I can practically see her interest sharpening. “But it can be done?”

“In theory. It’s not something my people do or at least admit to doing. It’s incredibly dangerous, especially when both parties have wings.” It would be too easy to get tangled and not be able to pull out of a dive. When I was a teenager, it was common to talk about the semantics and if it was even possible. I know several people that swore it was and went further to say they would prove it. To the best of my knowledge, none of them ever tried.

None of that information matters now.

I undo my hip wrap and toss it to the side. It’s not a move I make to shut off this topic of conversation, but it’s effective nonetheless. Grace’s eyes fall to my hips, and hot pink lights the room up. She licks her lips. “Again, to reiterate, I am very, very okay with this. Come to bed.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I cross to the bed and climb onto it. I don’t have a plan. I just need to touch her, to kiss her. Apparently she feels exactly the same because she meets me in the middle. Our height difference means it’s challenging to kiss when we’re both on our knees, but I solve the problem by grabbing her around the hips and lifting her so she can wrap her legs around my waist. Better. Much better.

We don’t have anywhere else to be right now. There’s no rush, no ticking clock. I can kiss her as long as I like. And so I do. I hold her aloft and tease her mouth open. She digs her fingers into my hair but makes no move to take control. We’re too busy clinging to each other and enjoying the moment.

Every moment with this woman is larger than life, and this one is no different. She consumes me. I can’t get enough of her taste, of the feel of her skin sliding against mine, of the desperate little noises she makes that are both demands and pleas. I wrap my wings around us without a conscious thought. I just need more. I need to feel her.

I shift my grip without dislodging her, moving one hand to cup her ass so I can press a finger into her pussy. She’s soaked. Even better, she breaks the kiss to press her forehead hard against mine. Her exhales ghost frantically against my lips. “That feels really good.”

“It feels really good to me, too.” I pump slowly, achingly aware of the fact that I have to ready her for my cock. “You’re so damned hot and wet, gripping my finger like a vise. It makes me wild.”

I wedge a second finger into her. Grace’s thighs tense as she tries to lift herself and ride my fingers, but the angle isn’t good for it. “Bram, please!”

“I’m not playing games. I’m not going to make you wait.” The feeling of her around my fingers is almost enough to make me come on the spot. I want this. I love knowing she’s wet and needy and demanding for me and what I can give her. I love that she doesn’t hesitate to communicate what she wants. “But I won’t lie and pretend this doesn’t get me even harder, Grace. You can’t rush me in this position. I can hold you like this until the end of time, making you feel good. Making you come until you can’t come anymore.”

I pull her closer until her pussy is plastered to my stomach. She still can’t leverage herself to fuck me, but each little shake and shiver rubs her clit against me. I keep up the slow, thorough fucking as her breathing quickens and the sweet little pleasure sounds she’s making become almost continuous. “That’s right. Let go. There’s no reason to deny yourself. We have all night, Grace. We’re just getting started.”

She comes hard, clenching on my fingers tightly enough that I curse. It’s a good beginning. I don’t give her time to recover before I tip her back on the bed and slide down between her thighs.

I’ve made a mess, and it’s time to clean it up.

My first lick is pure paradise. Especially when she reaches down and grabs my horns. Again, she’s not trying to guide the experience, she’s hanging on while I give her what we both need. I start with long, thorough licks. I could spend days with my mouth on this woman’s pussy. She’s too fucking perfect. Sweet on my tongue and spread wide open to give me access to everything.

I tease her as long as I can hold out. Not nearly long enough, honestly. Maybe there will come a time when I’m not about to blow my load simply from being near her. Tonight’s not the night. I finally give in to the tugging on my horns and move up to press the flat of my tongue against her clit. Her back bows, and her thighs clench around my head.

Not yet. First I need...

I press three fingers into her pussy as I keep up that stroke against her clit that has her dancing on the edge. Grace comes with a scream and damned near snaps my head off my shoulders. I have to muscle her legs wide so I can keep fucking her with my fingers, keep drawing out her orgasm until all the strength goes out of her limbs. It takes a very long time. I love every second of it.

Only when she is limp and panting do I move back up her body and brace myself over her. “Do you want my cock now, or should I keep eating you out? Because I could feast on your pussy for hours.”

She blinks up at me, her gray eyes dazed. Distantly, I wonder if she’s beyond words. I should know better. Grace snakes her hand between us before wrapping it around my cock as best she can. She licks her lips. “Later, if you want. I might die if I don’t have you inside me right now.”

I feel the same way. I brush her hand from my cock and wrap my fist around it. I was too worried about giving her exactly what she commanded last time we had sex. This time, I want to enjoy the sight of my broad head parting her pussy’s lips. It seems impossible that she can fit me. I tease us both as I draw my cock up and down her center, soaking my head with her desire.

“Hold your thighs apart for me.”

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