“Only a few hours.It’s still dark outside.”
“Good,” I sigh.
Baezal raises a brow, but I merely shrug.
“I would’ve hated to have slept through our first night together.”My eyes fall to his lips, desperate for another taste.“Especially when there’s still so much left to explore.”
Baezal groans as my hand skims down his chest.The thick ridges of his body are covered in delicate scales.They flex against my fingers.The rough texture of his skin inflames my lust.He is not human—that’s part of the reason I desire him so much.He dominates me everywhere.His power is palpable, and yet he is so gentle with me.The juxtaposition of the two reawakens my earlier simmering desire.
There’s a small part of me that whispers to be cautious.If I give myself to Baezal, will I not be trading one cage for another?He would never force me to remain with him, but in choosing to do so, am I not just crafting another gilded prison for myself?What about the freedom I longed for?The adventures—seeing the sea after spending years reading about it.Was it smart to relinquish all those dreams to another so soon?
Looking into Baezal’s eyes, I feel those lingering doubts slip away.What is freedom if not the chance to share it with someone you care about?If I have the means to travel, would I not want to do it with Baezal by my side?My choice was made the moment he touched me.I will spend my future with him—not caged by love but freed by it.
He will not keep me as the One True Faith had or as Father Knoll tried to do.Baezal will take me on adventures, and we will make new memories together.Once I give myself to him fully, those lingering doubts will be silenced.
We are two souls once trapped by the True Faith.His prison was more literal than mine, but we have both suffered under the church.We are reclaiming our lives together.This is the first night of my freedom, and I’m spending it with the male I love.
I could’ve left this place the moment he agreed to help me, but I didn’t.I want to be right here tonight, sharing this pitiful cot with my gargoyle, who hopefully is about to bring me even more pleasure than he had before.I want him so much I can scarcely breathe.
It’s time for me to show Baezal just how much he means to me.
My fingers trail over each hard muscle of his stomach.I shiver at his power as my hands travel lower.Baezal snarls as my hands linger at the waistband of his simple cotton pants.They do nothing to conceal the monstrous length lurking inside.It rises proudly to attention.I savor his hiss as I stroke him through the material.
“Careful, I’m already on edge from resisting you while you slept.”
His words send a shiver through me as I stare up into his eyes.Blinking innocently, I pump him over his pants once more.Baezal’s stomach muscles tighten as he curls towards me.His wings flap swiftly.
“You have no idea the picture you made beside me.Naked, trusting, beautiful—like a sleeping angel.”The veins in his neck pop as I squeeze him tightly, my heart hammering inside my ribs.“I wondered how you’d look if I slipped the sheet off your body and woke you with my cock.”
I squeeze him tightly before roughly jerking him with my fist.Sweat erupts on his brow.My lips part as I turn slippery between my thighs.No male has ever brought this out in me.The way Baezal speaks to me in these heated moments inflames my lust and encourages me to meet his wanton confessions with my own.
“You could’ve done it—I welcome you inside me whenever you’d like,” I purr.
A spray of moisture coats the front of his pants.Baezal curses, his hips thrusting in my hand.His palm comes down on my breasts, worrying my nipple into a stiff peak.
“You better mean that, Willow,” he snarls.“Once I feel your virginity give way, it’ll be a battle to keep from fucking you all day and night.”
A giggle erupts from my throat as I pump him again.
“You can’t fuck me all day long,” I state matter-of-factly.“At least not every day.I’ll need to eat, and sleep, and bathe, and explore this new world of ours together.”
My hand slides under his waistband.Hot, hard flesh greets my hand as I pull his cock from its cotton prison.My mouth goes dry at the size of him.I have no idea how he’s going to fit inside me, but I’m more than willing to try.
His light gray shaft is covered in the same delicate scales as the rest of his body.My arousal slips from me at the thought of what that will feel like.The head of his cock is a darker gray and already leaking a pearl of sticky come.I lick my lips and wrap my hand around his base.My fingers stretch, but can’t seem to fit all the way around.
“Other than that, Baezal.You can fuck me as many times as you want.”
With a snarl, Baezal moves as quickly as a whip.The sheet covering us is tossed away as he scrambles down the edge of the bed.Quickly shedding his pants, he is clad only in the leather cuffs around his wrists.His cock stands at attention, nearly grazing his stomach.Fresh seed spills from the tip and drips onto the bed below.
My tongue darts out as my eyes focus on his cock.Baezal shakes his head once, every muscle in his body pulled tight.
“There’s no time for that.”
Without another word, he hooks me under my hips and drags me to the foot of the bed.The sheets are cool against my hot skin.Tossing my knees over his shoulder, he slides between my legs.
“Next time you’ll have to let me suck you,” I pout.
“Next time,” he agrees with a terse nod.“I have to be inside you.Now.”
