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But I’m a lot stronger, even thought she’s honed to be a slayer. “Say yes, or this is a no.”

Our eyes meet, clash, and hold. She bites her lip again.

“Tell me yes, little girl. You don’t want to say I was able to force you, do you?” I ask, appealing to her slayer pride. But then I shake my head. “I’m not going to force you. You want me, or you don’t, and if you don’t, I’m gone.”

Sure enough, her blue eyes spark. She goes to push me off her, but at the last moment, groans. “Okay.” She licks her lips. “Okay, do whatever. I say yes.”

And that’s all the permission I need.

CHAPTER 6

Bunny

I shouldn’t be surprised that his lips and hands move at glacial speed over my body. He’s stone, after all, though his skin is still skin. Like dragon skin. Or bat skin. Or…

Another moan rockets through me, pooling me into a big melty heap. He’s so gentle, and his gentleness pulls my sensitivity to the top of my skin, so that by the time his mouth finds the edge of my dress, I’m shaking from his restraint.

I arch my body into him. Each caress he makes of my stupid ribcage meets and dances down between my legs, lighting something in me that has no name. Sure, it’s desire. I’m not an idiot. But it’s more than that. It’s like the kiss he described—transcendent—and I want it all so much more than seems logical.

“So sweet,” he murmurs, vibrating the sound against the skin he’s dampened with his tongue.

More shivers trill over my flesh. Unbearable heat fills me.

A sudden tearing sound thrills through me. Air meets my previously covered skin. He skirts onto one elbow to continue to rip the luscious fabric all the way to the hem, and when his hand moves down to tear the dress from me, his knuckles graze over my mound.

So close to where I need him… I arch again, but sadly, he’s already gone.

“Patience, little girl. I know what you need.”

And even though it’s simultaneously sort of annoying me and sort of making me wet, every single time he calls me “little girl,” I tingle. Because he makes me feel safe, like I haven’t ever felt. He’s a gargoyle, a guardian of Good, so I trust him not to hurt me. To protect me.

And hell, my mother always said that idiots die young. Maybe I’m just proving her right.

When his lips finally find my nipple, I practically levitate. He suckles me through the delicate lace. The texture of the fabric, combined with the wet heat of his mouth, nearly drives me to scream aloud.

When he pops off, he moves to the other breast and repeats his torture. I’m pulling his head into me, trying to make him touch me harder, heavier, anything to ease the ache rather than building it, but he’s not like any other guy I’ve been with. He’s not racing to finish this part so he can stick his dick in me. He’s… savoring.

And I didn’t know that I needed to be savored until this moment.

My bra disappears. His kisses trace down my belly to the top of the thong before he rolls the fabric down my ankles, leaving me naked. But he just continues his slow parade of worship to my thighs, ignoring my needy pussy and jumping to my knees, my calves, and even down to each toe, before he starts up the arch of my foot, my back ankle, my knee, my thigh… and then does the same thing to my other leg.

By the time his mouth reaches the inner top of my second thigh, I’m wringing the comforter in my hands. But he doesn’t continue, doesn’t kiss me where I most need to be touched. Instead, in a move I don’t expect, he flips me over.

I writhe against the comforter, trying to put pressure on the part of me he’s not touching, but at the same moment, he pulls my hips off the bed, denying me once more. Like he knows what I’m thinking. Like he’s controlling me.

“I hate you,” I whisper, nearly sobbing.

I’m ready to roll my fingers over my clit when he chuckles. It’s a dark, sexual sound that pierces right through me. “Little girl. Trust me. If I can’t make you scream, I don’t deserve you.”

With one arm around my waist, holding me up from the bed, he kisses down my back, nuzzling, finally, between the cheeks of my ass, over my nether hole… and then his tongue licks up my honey in one long, slow swipe from back to clit. He twists so he’s under me before he drags me down against his open lips, vacuuming me onto his tongue.

I scream as I come.

That’s the last thing I remember before a cavern of black swallows me up, as if the gargoyle has slain me on his tongue.

+++++++ Alain +++++

I should have jerked off again. Desire is going to kill me faster than holy fire.