Page 19 of Loved By the Gargoyle

I dropped my head down against the pillows. “Oh my goodness,” I breathed.

Xavir paused, blowing a slow breath against me. “Does that disappoint you, wife?”

I squeezed my eyes closed and shook my head back and forth. “Not at all.”

He was silent for a moment. Then, “Look at me, Mia.”

My eyes opened and I saw burning desire in its raw, unfiltered form staring down at me. “If you worry I lack the experience, I promise you, I will learn your body. I will learn your cravings. I will learn the sound of your cries and decipher each one with the utmost passion I have to give. You are each beat in my stone heart, and I will dedicate the rest of our lives to prove that I am at your command. My pleasure is yours, my love.”

Oh great, I felt like I was about to cry again.

My palm touched his cheek, the gesture affectionate, and he soaked it in. “That’s beautiful,” I told him. “But I was overwhelmed because I don’t want to disappoint you, since it’s your first time. What if… what if you don’t like it or I ruin it for you?”

His wings fanned out above us, groaning and creaking, creating a canopy around us. Shadows seemed to explode from his body, like tendrils and ropes. I watched as they traveled over me like phantom hands, exploring every inch of my exposed skin. The tendrils hit me from every angle, leaving me no room to breathe, only feel. Pleasure coursed through me at the barely there touches and I leaned into them, crying out and wanting more. Harder, firmer, but they teased and enticed, never easing the ache.

“Trust me, wife,” Xavir purred. “I know I will love everything about you. Now, will you consent to allowing me to explore your body in the way I have wanted for far too long?”

“Yes.” It came out a breathy sigh.

He flashed a fang-toothed smile just before his claws came between us. So sharp, it took a single swipe down my front for the material on my body to open where he tore it. My shirt and undershorts became scraps of cloth spread apart to reveal my nakedness underneath.

I didn’t have the biggest breasts or the fullest figure, something that had always made me feel self-conscious, but the way his eyes feasted upon me made me reconsider all my insecurities. He stared at me like I hung the moon and stars, and his eyes twinkled with delight as he ate my appearance up, committing every piece of me to memory.

A slow smile curled his mouth, and he flashed a look in my direction.

“Perfection,” he declared, making my entire body flush. “Absolute perfection.”

“Xavir, please.” My legs tried to close. I felt so exposed, wet and leaking in an embarrassing way. But Xavir shoved his hips between my legs and I felt the rough scrape of his skin against mine, of the dark loincloth that covered his lower region. Beneath that, his hardness.

I peeked down as he fumbled between us, tearing at his loincloth with annoyance like it was in the way.

When I caught a glimpse of his cock, I wanted to scream.

Holy cow, it was huge.

Long and thin, it had the slightest curve to it. But even I could see the difference of his member compared to other mens’. It looked rock solid, with an underside that boasted several ridges and bumps. The veins along his cock created a pretty pattern and they glowed blue, the same way his chest did. Like fire lived inside his penis.

The very thought made me dizzy.

If he shot a load inside me, would it turn me into a jet pack?

The stray thought made me giggle.

Xavir paused. “Do you mock me, wife?”

I couldn’t help myself. I giggled harder, falling into a fit of laughter that had me crying and wiping tears from my eyes. When I looked back up at him, he was staring at me tenderly.

“Your laughter is the sweetest sound.”

“I’m sorry.” I grabbed his shoulders. “It’s just, you’re so big and it’s intimidating.” I gestured at his cock with my eyes.

He reached down, pushing a lock of dark hair away from my cheek and tucking it behind my ear.

“You were made for me, little flower. We will fit, because we are fated.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

“But we can go slowly, if you wish.”