Page 15 of The Gargoyle's Captive

GRACE

There’s no time for thinking, no time for second guesses. Not with my need riding me so hard and Bram’s lust so thick in the air that I can taste it on my tongue. This man, this predator, might not be helpless, but he’s on his back and tied down for me. Most of the time, when my need gets too strong and my willpower too weak, I sleep with other hunters. There’s a strange comfort in the fact that they don’t bother with small talk the way normal people do. The downside is that I am keenly aware of the power balance between me and my partners. When you’re a hunter, letting your guard down means welcoming death. It means that even sex is another kind of battle.

It should feel like that with Bram. Itislike that with Bram. He “rescued” me so that he could force me into his bed, but I don’t feel forced at all. I feel... powerful.

I move back to straddle his face and prop my hands on the floor. The way he stares at my pussy borders on devoted. He actually licks his lips. If this man knows how to lie, I’ll eat my shirt.

There’s no point in another reminder that he knows how to stop this. He’s proven he does. Any more talking is me chickening out. There’s nothing else to do but lower myself onto his mouth. I’ve always loved oral sex, but it’s a relatively rare experience for me. Both giving and receiving. There’s too much vulnerability in it, and having sex is vulnerable by nature, so I’ve rarely sought the deeper layers of it.

Bram goes after me with no hesitation. He kisses my pussy as if he’ll never get enough, devoting attention to every single inch of me. He delves his tongue inside, and my eyes threaten to roll back in my head. He’s big enough that I feel like he could swallow me whole.

It hits me all at once that I’m letting him guide this. That wasn’t the plan. “My clit. Make me come.”

He doesn’t hesitate. He stops fucking me with his tongue and shifts so that he can rub the flat of it against my clit. I curse, or gasp, or whimper. I can’t identify the sounds coming out of my mouth. It feels so fucking good to give myself over to pleasure without worrying about the rest. I have no choice, after all.

Except that’s a lie.

He’s not holding me down. He hasn’t tied me up the way I’ve tied him up. He hasn’t done more than some ham-handed coercion. If I had dug in my heels at any point, I have a feeling he would’ve folded.

It doesn’t matter. I embrace the lie because there is freedom in it. I ride his mouth, grinding down on his tongue with an abandon I never would’ve shown with a past partner. Bram seems to love it, if his growls vibrating against my clit are any indication.

I can’t stop. I am a mindless thing, devoted to my pleasure. I need to come. I think I might die if I don’t.

It crests over me, the feeling that’s been building and building, and yet the strength of it still catches me off guard. I cry out. My thighs start to shake. And then I’m collapsing on Bram’s face. Not that he seems to mind. He delves his tongue back inside me as if trying to lick up every drop of my orgasm. It sets off another, smaller, explosion, and I sob my way through that orgasm as well.

What did hedoto me?

He gives me one last long lick and sits up slowly, toppling me into a boneless heap on his lap. I blink up at him, expecting arrogance or satisfaction, but there is no one at home in his pale eyes. He pants, his breath coming just as hard as mine. “More.”

I want more too. If he can do that with both hands tied behind his back, what more can he do with his entire body in play? I desperately want to know the answer. But I can’t find out tonight. It’s too dangerous. I fight to clear my throat. “Give me a few seconds to recover, and I’ll take care of you.”

“I don’t give a fuck about that, Grace.” He bends his legs, lifting my body toward him again so he can drag his tongue over the curve my breast. “I’m not done with you. Untie me. Let me touch you.”

If I let him touch me, I’m going to end up on his cock. I’ll regret it in the morning, but the need will be too much to deny tonight. It will override what little common sense I have left. Even now, my mind is doing backflips to justify giving him exactly what he wants. What we both want.

I... can’t do it.

“No,” I finally manage. But I arch my back and give him better access to my nipple. He sucks me hard, drawing forth another whimper and an answering pulse in my pussy. Fuck, but I need him. I should be sated after that orgasm—two orgasms, really. Instead, my desire burns hotter.

I have to do something to get control of the situation, or I’m going to end up riding his cock. My body tightens at the thought. That’s what gets me moving. I slide off his lap and shimmy backward into the bathtub. I’d like to pretend that I intentionally submerge myself, but the truth is that my body isn’t quite working as well as I’d like it to. When I resurface, Bram is staring at me as if he wants to devour me whole.

I want that. I want that far too desperately.

Which is why I need to stay in the tub, and he needs to stay out of it.

I shift to the edge and wrap my hands around the back of his knees. “Come here.” I couldn’t move him if I wanted to, but he wastes no time scooting to the edge. I end up between his thick thighs with his outstanding cock at chest level. And itisoutstanding. I got a glimpse of it before, but I wasn’t sure if I was seeing things correctly. Turns out I was right. There are ridges along his length.

I skate my fingers over his thighs to his hips. “I’m going to suck your cock now. Be good and hold perfectly still. If you want me to stop, say stop.” He’s big. Really big. Big enough that there’s a little scattering of fear through my lust. It heightens the sensation, but the truth is that I don’t know if I can take him. Certainly not with abandon—not if I want to walk the next day. And if he lost control and fucked my mouth... Best not to let that happen.

I can’t help touching him, though. I wrap my fist around his cock as much as I’m able to and pump slowly, letting myself imagine how those subtle ridges will feel inside me. Good. Better than good. I can’t fucking wait. I reach the crown of his cock and squeeze. A drop of pre-come is my reward.

“Grace. Please.” His voice is so rough, it sounds like someone is strangling him.

I like it when he begs. I’ve never really experimented with kink, though I’m more than passingly familiar thanks to the reading I’ve done on the subject. I never could’ve anticipated the thrill his submission gives me. I squeeze his cock again. “Please, what?”

He growls deeply enough that I swear I feel my bones vibrate. “If you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to come before you even get your mouth on me.”

I both want that and don’t want that. There’s a part of me that desires drawing this out until we’re both too exhausted to go on. An equally strong part wants to see if I can actually make him come just from teasing. The fact that I affect him just as deeply as he affects me is a comfort.

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