Page 39 of Hated By the Gargoyle

Gargoyles didn’t kiss.

I was going to have to show him how.

Nerves shot off in my stomach.

“Okay,” I whispered, holding his jaw in my hands. “But I haven’t done this before. With anyone.”

“I have never done a kiss with anyone either.”

I chuckled before I leaned forward and dove in, taking his lips in mine. It was gentle for all but one second, before Qanek growled and devoured me.

This, like our fucking, had no finesse to it. It was a clash of tongue and teeth, of slurping and sucking and exploring.

Qanek’s entire body vibrated. Even his cock, which was still inside me, began to move and I gasped against his mouth.

Qanek tore himself away from me. His black eye seemed to burn, the red of his chest reflected on the white one so it looked like he was on fire from the inside.

“Lucero,” he muttered, looking deep into my eyes.

There was a moment of intense vulnerability. His eyes hard on mine, searching, and whatever he found seemed to please him, because he leaned back, releasing me from his hold to place his palms against the earth. His abdomen arched against mine as he leaned back a fraction. His hips thrust up, a slow but deep thrust that made me gasp and brace myself against his chest.

“That movement you did with your insides…” He regarded me coolly. “Do it again.”

I clenched around him. “That?”

He groaned, closing his eyes as he seemed to lose himself in the rapture of my body. A funny thing to think about, because it wasn’t something I’d thought possible. He hadn’t wanted me, and now, he was desperate for more.

“Yesss. More, Lucero. I beg of you. Fuck me.”

I moved, lifting to my knees and slowly lowering myself back against him. I took it slow, slower than we had before so I could really feel every inch of him inside me. Like this, I felt the ridges and bumps that were on the underside of his glowing, red cock. They slid through me, his girth splitting me open, that fire in his chest spilling into me and making a mess between our naked bodies.

“Like this?” I asked, palming his pectorals and tracing the scars against his chest. Like I could heal him with my touch. I explored every bump, every crack. I left no part of him untouched.

“Yes, feral creature. Please, please…”

I smiled and rolled my body, clenching my insides down on him at the same time as I rose. “Now look whose begging,” I whispered.

“I will beg for you until the end of time, wife.” Qanek’s eyes flew open as he took me in. My hips faltered, but he thrust up into me, demanding my movements once more. “You are mine now,” he echoed his earlier words. “You are my wife. And you will not leave me.”

He spoke it like he was demanding a promise from me. I moved faster, his eagerness, the begging tone in his voice propelling me forward, pulsing a steady beat of desire at my clit. I wanted to please him, to give him everything he was begging for.

“Promise me, feral creature.” His hands flicked away my hair over my shoulder. His eyes burned. “Promise me that I am yours and you are mine and that you will not leave. Promise you will not leave me alone. Promise that we will never be lonely again.”

His hips lifted to meet mine and I sank back down against him, needing more. Everything he was begging me for were things I wanted to demand in return.

“Only if you promise the same,” I found myself saying, breathless. I moved faster, my breasts bouncing up and down with every movement. He stared at them, before looking back into my eyes. “Promise me you won’t leave me like everyone always leaves me. Promise me you’ll stay by my side.” I clenched around him, as tight as I could, and gripped his horns in my hold.

Qanek roared. His hips stuttered, and I felt the rush of cum shoot inside me and light me from the inside out.

“I promise, my wife. I promise.” His hips punctuated every word, pounding into me with a need that bordered obsession, possession. “I promise I will provide for you. I will protect you. Feel how I need you. Feel how my body cries for you and only you. You are mine now, the only one I want. Please. Please. Please…”

I squeezed his horns and rubbed against him, my clit striking against the grainy texture of his abdomen with every undulation.

“Cum for me like a good boy and I promise, you’ll be mine forever.”

He roared as he came, again and again and again. He couldn’t control himself. My words struck something inside him, making his release a powerful force that jumpstarted me towards my own.

I came against him and we clung to one another. His glowing chest plastered to mine and his arms came around me, holding me close like he would pull me into his soul if he could. And it was against my hair that he whispered, over and over again. “Do not leave me, wife. Never leave me. Stay with me forever.”