Page 32 of Wed to the Gargoyle


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I lowered myself onto her, our bodies aligning perfectly. I entered her slowly, savoring the feel of her tightening around me. She gasped, her nails digging into my back.

I thrust, slowly at first, then faster, harder. She met my every move, her body moving in perfect harmony with mine. Our moans filled the air, a symphony of passion and desire.

We moved together, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in unison. II skirted on the edge of pleasure, getting closer again, the sensation building, growing, until it was unbearable.

With a final, powerful thrust, I spilled myself inside her, my seed mingling with hers. We lay together, our bodies still entwined, our breath coming in ragged gasps.

As the echoes of our lovemaking faded, I looked down at Evie, her eyes clothed with satisfaction. Then, I realized I became lost. Irrevocably, unreservedly lost to this human female.

My mind screamed for respite, a reprieve from the tempest of emotions assailing me. Evie, with her naked body sprawled across my lap, her scent intoxicating, her heat seeping into my skin, was proving to be my undoing. I wanted nothing more than to tear myself away, to flee to the solitude of the canyons, yet my body, my traitorous body, had other ideas. It hardened at the sight of her, the evidence of my desire throbbing against her thigh.

I couldn’t take her like this, in the dim flicker of the firelight, on the hard stone floor. I scooped her into my arms and carried her to our bed, the mattress sinking beneath our combined weight. I arranged her atop the furs, her body gleaming like porcelain in the moonlight that spilled through the window. Her eyes were wide and expectant, her lips parted slightly, her breath coming in shallow pants.

I kissed her, my lips tracing the curve of her jaw, the hollow of her throat, the swell of her breasts. I licked each nipple, savoring the taut peaks, before taking them into my mouth. She arched her back, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I sucked and teased until they were hard and erect, then I lavished my attention on her stomach. I kissed and licked my way down, my tongue tracing the delicate line of her navel, lingering at the juncture of her thighs.

She was so wet, so ready for me. My cock throbbed, straining against the confines of my loincloth. I couldn’t wait any longer. I pushed two fingers inside her, stretching her wet passage, preparing her for my invasion. She gasped, her body convulsing around my fingers. I added a third, then a fourth. She cried out, her nails raking my back.

I pulled my fingers out and replaced them with my tongue. I lapped at her folds, savoring the taste of her arousal. She tasted of musk and spice, of desire and surrender. I flicked my tongue against her clit, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She screamed, her voice high and keening.

I moved up her body, my lips trailing a path of fire, kissing her breasts again, then her neck, her jaw, her lips. I took her mouth, our tongues dancing together in a desperate tango. She tasted like heaven, like all that was good and pure in the world.

I returned to her core, my tongue swirling around her clit, my fingers circling her entrance. I increased the tempo, my movements faster, harder. She thrashed beneath me, her cries filling the air. I watched her face. The ecstasy contorted her features. The pleasure pulling her apart.

And then, with a final, shuddering gasp, she came, her body convulsing around me, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. My body still throbbed with need as I help her close, my cock still straining for release. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips and whispered words of love and adoration in her ear, my voice husky with emotion.

When her breathing finally steadied, she looked up at me, her eyes glazed with desire. “Again,” she whispered.

And so I gave her again and again, until we were both spent, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in unison. We lay together, our limbs intertwined, our breaths mingling. And in that moment, I lost myself in her. Irrevocably, unreservedly lost to this human female.

I held Evie close, her body curled up in my arms like a small, fragile creature. Her breathing steadied, and her body relaxed into sleep. I watched her chest rise and fall, the soft moonlight casting shadows on her face.

She sighed contentedly, and I wanted to kiss her, to taste her lips again, to feel her body beneath mine. But I knew I couldn’t. Not now. Not when she was asleep.

Instead, I closed my eyes and tried to calm my racing heart. I inhaled the scent of her hair, a mixture of wildflowers and sunshine. I listened to the sound of her breathing, a gentle rhythm that filled the cavern.

The first time I saw Evie, standing in the temple, her eyes wide with fear. I remembered the way she looked when I brought her to my cave, her face pale and drawn. But now, she was different. She was stronger, more confident. She was mine.

A pang of guilt hit me. I was so reluctant to take a human mate, but I couldn’t imagine my life without her. She brought light into my darkness, laughter into my silence. She showed me a side of myself that I never knew existed.

My arms tightened around her, afraid that if I let go, she would disappear. I needed her. I needed her more than I needed air to breathe.

But even as I held her close, I knew I was still a danger to her. The beast within me was still there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to break free.

I vowed to myself that I would fight the beast within me. I would control it. I would never let it harm Evie.

I opened my eyes and looked out at the cavern opening. The first rays of sunlight were just beginning to peek over the horizon. A new day was dawning.

I kissed Evie’s forehead. “I love you.”

Then I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, the sound of Evie’s breathing lulling me into a fitful slumber.

Evie stirred in my arms. My eyes opened and smiled at her.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice husky with sleep.

“Good morning.” I planted a kiss on her forehead.

She stretched and yawned, then sat up and looked around the cavern.

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