Page 21 of Loved By the Gargoyle

“I want to take my time with you, my love.” He sounded almost sorrowful. “But I ache for you. I have ached for you for centuries, even when I did not know of you yet. My body is yours, and I find I cannot wait a second longer. Please, wife, please tell me I can claim you. Tell me I am yours and that you are mine.”

My fingers grappled at my sheets like I was trying to scramble away from him, but I had nowhere to go. My knees were bent up in the air, my toes curled, and I was at his mercy.

And there was no place I’d rather even be.

“I am yours,” I gasped. “And you are mine.”

“Mine,” he growled right before he speared me on his hard cock, sheathing himself to the hilt in a single stroke. “Mine,” he growled and gave that first thrust, causing me to scream. “My flower. My love.” He thrust deeper inside me. “My wife.”

My wife’s insides gripped me like a vice. She was so frail, so small, and yet in this, we fit. My wife screamed, her pleasure shuddering through her body and choking my member like she meant to squeeze the very life out of me with her most intimate area.

I thrust, unable to contain my urges any longer. A haze fell over my mind, and all I could do was feel. Feel her soft flesh against mine, the delicate weight of her hips as I held her up in my hands and pulled her closer onto my cock.

Having her against me was the sweetest of raptures. Her small claws tore in my direction, searching for purchase, for my skin. As if she desired nothing more than to break through the barriers of my flesh and mark me as hers.

The thought sent me into a frenzy, the likes of which I could scarcely control. Somehow, I managed to grip tightly at my baser instincts. The urge to mate was strong, but the need to learn her body was even more pressing.

One thing I knew was the bliss she felt when I played against the little nub at the apex of her thighs.

She enjoyed it slow and explorative, so I would not be a beast and pound into her like I desperately wanted. I would leash the feral urges. For now.

I gripped her sides, holding myself deep within her. So close that our hips were bone to bone. I angled her body upwards and began to undulate her body against mine, up and down in a smooth, rolling motion. The movements were teasing, so that each time our bodies met, that little nub scraped against my roughened skin.

Mia shuddered against me and sighed into her mattress. Her arms splayed out at her sides, fingers grasping at her nest like she meant to tear through the material. Her body arched upwards, her mouth open in silent gasps the more I moved her against me.

She enjoyed this very much. I could discern from the way her insides squeezed me in a tighter manner, little mewls escaping past her pink lips.

“Xavir,” she moaned, and the sound was my undoing.

I kept the movements going with a single hand and used the other to explore her body. I had waited so long to touch her, and now that I had her against me, I did not plan on wasting a single moment or leave any part of her unexplored.

I touched her breasts. I had wanted to touch these with my bare hands and now there was nothing preventing me from doing so. The tips of my claws scraped over her bare flesh, and I drew a line down over her pert nipple. I flicked it, enjoying the way it pebbled further against my ministrations.

They were small, but I traced the globes like they were treasures in my cove. The undersides of her soft flesh left tingles against my skin, a sensation I had not felt before this very moment.

I grasped her breasts in my palm. They were so small and yet they caused so much desire down her body the more I played with them.

I touched and teased until her entire body was quivering and her insides tried to suck me in deeper. Throughout it all, my other hand kept my movements of undulation.

“You’re so big,” she gasped. “It… it hurts.”

I paused my movements. I did not want to hurt my wife. I had not taken into account the difference in our sizes or that it would cause her pain.

I started to pull away but her entire body curled as she heaved herself up until we were chest to chest and her arms wrapped around the breadth of my shoulders. Her legs wrapped around me, locking into place around my waist as she slid down deeper against my cock.

I let out a groan at the sensation she provoked with the action alone.

“Wife…” The word was guttural.

She hummed. “You were trying to escape.” The words were playful. Gone was the bashful woman I had come to know, and her cheeks were flushed with heat. Her hair stuck to her cheeks, and her pretty, dark eyes were hooded as she gazed down at me.

I never imagined she could gaze upon me with such want. It made my chest ache, and the place where my heart was, began to pound; surely she could feel it against her own chest like a drum.

“It hurts so good, Xavir.” Her voice was breathless. Her body lifted, the movement agonizingly slow, and she pulled off my aching, weeping cock before she slowly lowered herself back onto it once more, grinding herself against me. She gasped and I stilled, enjoying the sight of her finding her pleasure against my body. “So, so good,” she mewled, tossing her head backwards before snapping it back to me. “Xavir, can we kiss again?”

I had not kissed anyone before her. I had not known what it was, but when she’d pressed those lips to mine, I knew I wanted nothing more than to get lost within the action forever.

And she offered her mouth up to me once more, there was only one thing I could utter.