Page 20 of Loved By the Gargoyle

“Can we…” My face flushed as I struggled to get the request out.

“What?”

“Can we kiss?”

He blinked down at me. “I do not understand what ‘kiss’ is.”

I was going to be his first everything. My breath caught once more. There was something intimidating about that knowledge, knowing that this moment would set the precedent for a future. Our future. And if he didn’t like it or found me odd… Anxiety ratched up inside me, but before I could lose my valor, I spoke.

“I think it would be best if I showed you.” My hands reached up to cradle his cheeks. “May I?”

“You may do anything you wish, wife. I am at your mercy.”

I leaned up and pressed my lips to his.

He stilled at the contact. At first, I felt silly. He wasn’t moving. He was so still, it was like kissing a statue. I pulled away, then dove back in with more fervor. This time, I coaxed his lips against my own. It was awkward, but I was determined to make this pleasurable for the both of us. My tongue pushed against the seam of his hard mouth, slipping past his sharp teeth, which he opened on a slight gasp. And then, our tongues touched and it was like I breathed life into him somehow.

He became feral, a beast unleashed, and suddenly, it was he who was in control of the kiss. He grasped my face, careful of his talons, and devoured me. He kissed with no finesse, but with an eager enthusiasm that I matched myself. Our tongues danced together, finding one another, tangling, and searching. We explored one another’s mouths until we could scarcely breathe. Even then, we pulled apart for merely a fraction of a second to inhale before we were on each other once again.

Kissing Xavir was an ethereal experience. It was like closing my eyes and traveling to another dimension. My body curved up to his, and I couldn’t believe that all it took was for a touch of our mouths for me to be turned on this way.

My slickness gushed against his body, staining his textured skin. He tore away from me and looked down at where our bodies touched, but weren’t joined. My wetness smeared over his stomach and I tried to close my legs out of sudden shyness, but he pushed them open with his hands, sending a slight twinge of pain through my hips.

“Let me see how wet you are for me. Let me see what this kiss does to your body.”

“Oh, goodness.” I threw a hand against my forehead, but watched with rapt attention as one of his clawed fingers teased my open slit, playing with my own desire and smearing it over my folds.

It was embarrassing and raunchy, and somehow made me wetter.

“You enjoy my touch, wife?”

“I do.”

“Do I have your consent to taste you?”

“Taste me? Wha–”

He dove down and stuck his forked tongue into my channel. I arched into his face, crying out as the pleasure consumed me. His tongue, my goodness, that tongue. It was soft and pillowy, but thick enough like a cock being shoved inside me.

“Yes, yes, Xavir.”

He hummed against me, tonguing against me like he was savoring the very essence of my inner walls. He went deep inside me, so deep I was sure he’d found the door to my soul.

I couldn’t help the orgasm that tore through me. I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to. It was a force that sent me careening and he hadn’t even touched my clit.

I shuddered around him, my entire body shaking as if I’d been shocked by lightning.

I trembled and then tried to pull away as the sensation became too much too fast, but Xavir’s claws dug into my hips, leaving pricks of pain as he pulled me closer, not letting me flee the onslaught of pleasure.

“Do not run from your husband, wife,” he pulled away to admonish. “It is my duty to please you, and I have not completed the task.”

“Xavir,” I begged, tears streaming down my face. “Please, please, please.”

“Hearing you beg is almost sweeter than the music you play, my love.” His tongue licked a stripe between my folds, stopping right over my clit. He kept it there, teasing the nub, exploring it, sending my body to new heights once again. “Might you gift me with your pleas once more?”

“Xavir!”

He lifted my hips up in the air and followed onto his knees, lining my entrance against the tip of his cock.