Page 41 of Hated By the Gargoyle

My brain was attempting to process the words.

“Yeah, you are the first man–male–I’ve ever been with.”

I stared, registering the words. In my short time in the human world, I had noticed that they were liberal with their bodies. They fucked, and often, even if they were not mated or married. I had assumed my wife would have indulged in others before me, and it had made me that much more determined to learn to please her when I had her.

But knowing that Lucero had never been with anyone…

“Say something!”

My brows drew together. “What would you like me to say?”

“I don’t know. I mean, the first time is supposed to be a big deal and now I’m nervous. I don’t have any special skills and I just want to know if I pleased you or if you hated it–”

I silenced her by placing my tongue within her open mouth. She gasped before her tongue touched mine and we were engaging in the ‘kiss’ as she called it.

My claw slid across her neck, feeling the beat of her life there.

I pulled away, but kept my hold tethered to her body.

“Do not speak such things,” I told her. “That was my first time as well, and I was very pleased. Did I please you, wife?”

“Y-you did.”

I nodded.

“Then, I would like to please you again.”

“Again?”

“Do not object.” Slowly I pushed her onto our nest. “There is something I wish to try.”

She sucked in a breath when I bent and tongued her wet heat.

I did not care that our releases mingled. It made the flavor that much sweeter. I licked a stripe over her skin, sucking in my own release along with hers. The sharp flavor filled me with a sense of euphoria I had only ever experienced on the battlefield when I was ripping through demons.

The same feeling drove me to lick her faster, harder. It was a need. A craving. My tongue sucked every bit of release and blood from her skin, making her writhe beneath me. Her arousal was a sharp scent in my nose and moments later, I tasted that too.

My tongue slid into her channel and she cried out, slapping her hands down against my horns as she curled under me, meeting my eager mouth with mewls and thrusts of her hips.

I growled against her. The sensation of her tugging at my horns, even the broken one, felt far too good. I feared I could not stop, even if I wanted to.

I devoured her like she was my last meal in this world. Like I would die if I could not have her. Like I was starving, famished. Like I would simply vanish without another taste.

I needed her. My wife, my wife. Mine.

My hips began to move, searching for her body, even while I knew I was tongue-deep inside her already, my cock needed her. Another taste, another joining.

I growled, ripping away from her body and staring down at her. A feral urge gripped me, one I could not control. A rut overtaking my senses, but I did not care. I did not want to think clearly. I wanted nothing more than to lose myself within her again and again and again.

“Wife.” My moan echoed loudly in our chambers. “Sate me.”

“Yes.”

Before the word was even out of her lips, I was sheathed within her, howling at the ceiling. Her tight body welcomed me home where I belonged, and then I knew nothing but the sensation of her tightness wrapped around me, and how good she felt as I moved in and out.

I memorized every gasp, swallowing them all with my mouth. My hands framed her body, the figure of her softness imprinted against my skin.

She was mine, and I refused to let her go.