“I liked that nightgown,” I grumbled, but tilted my chin to give him better access to the sensitive spot behind my ear anyway.
Cash’s lips paused, but still he didn’t say anything else. His body felt strange as he pressed me into the mattress. A near constant vibration rippled across his skin, like the static electricity that usually snapped between us when we first touched had changed into a buzzing current.
“Cash?” I whispered, using my hands to tilt his chin up so I could see his face.
The first thing I noticed was that the silver in his irises had completely retreated, being replaced by only his inky black pupils. Cash’s breathing was also slightly ragged, like his lungs were struggling to pull in enough air to keep him moving.
“Are you all right?” I asked, brushing his now wild mane of dark hair out of his eyes.
Cash nodded before burying his nose in the crook of my neck. “Hurts,” he muttered against my skin.
A few days ago when I’d asked him about what it would feel like, Cash had admitted that he wasn’t sure about all of the details but that the urge to seal our bond would push him so hard that it probably would be incredibly painful until it was done.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, combing my fingers along his scalp before gently gripping one of his horns in my hand. The contact made the gargoyle on top of me shudder.
The flat of Cash’s long tongue lapped up the side of my neck, over my faded tattoo and then back down to the top of my collarbone.
It was at that moment that Cash seemed to remember that he’d torn the front of my nightgown nearly down the center, exposing the rest of my body to him for the first time ever.
Propping himself on one elbow, his dilated eyes skimmed from my face, to my neck, and finally to the rest of me.
“Beautiful,” he grunted. It was yet another one-word response, probably due to the heightened state he was in. He was all instinct, and according to his earlier explanation, he would remain this way until our bond was sealed.
The rest of my nightgown was torn away from my body until I was completely naked underneath him. I’d been too sleepy to realize it before, but apparently somewhere between the couch and my room Cash had shucked his own clothing and he was just as naked as I was.
The same tattoos that covered his arms climbed up his biceps until they curled into an intricate pattern on his chest. He also had a few on the tops of his thighs, all in some kind of Gaelic writing.
My eyes perused the deep gray skin, trying to memorize how it looked in the increasingly dim light of my bedroom. Then my eyes caught on the stiff length in between said thighs.
It was longer than anything I’d ever seen, and rather than veins, it had little ridges. I wasn’t sure how something like that could ever fit inside of me, but Effie swore up and down that her magic oil would do the trick.
Cash didn’t give me much time to look at him before he pressed his entire body along mine, using my skin to warm his as he slipped an arm underneath my back.
“Mine,” he growled in my ear, his teeth nibbling on my ear lobe as his hips bucked.
There was absolutely no way he was going to put his cock inside of me right away. I needed to slow things down as the only rational person in the room.
“Yours,” I agreed, giving him a gentle push and was pleased when he obeyed. Once he was on his knees, I got onto my own and tossed the remains of what was once a very nice nightgown onto the floor. “But we need to take it slowly, okay?”
Cash stared blankly at me for a moment before nodding. “Slowly,” he repeated.
Reaching for my bedside table, I pulled out the bottle of oil Effie had ceremoniously gifted me with wrapped in paper covered in fake penises. It was clear in color, but I could see the magic wafting off of it as I grabbed Cash’s hand and poured a generous amount into his palm. Then I poured the same amount into my own hand.
With my free hand, I gently drew his hand in between my thighs. I was glad to find that I was already starting to get wet, something I never thought was possible with another partner. I always thought that I was broken, but it turns out that it was the man that had been the issue.
“Touch me,” I instructed gently, pressing the tips of his fingers in between my wet folds.
Cash didn’t need to be told twice and his fingers slipped up and down exploring the length of my slit for the stiff nub of my clit, which he quickly found. The sensation was immediately tingly, like he had live wires at the end of each of his fingers. It drew a gasp from my lips that was quickly swallowed by his hungry mouth.
I reached for him next, wrapping the hand that was coated in the magical oil around the base of his cock. My fingers barely managed to touch around the thickness of it and I was struck again by the fact that, very soon, Cash was going to push this behemoth inside of me.
The ridges, which were harder than they looked, shifted under the silky skin of his length and I wondered how they would feel moving in and out against my most sensitive places.
I drew my hand up and down the entire length once, listening as Cash made a garbled noise, his tongue slipping into my mouth and entwining with my own.
As we explored, the room began to fill with a heady scent that made my brain start to feel all fuzzy, like we were in some kind of a fever dream conjured up by my own mind.
I continued to listen to the noises that my gargoyle made as my hand moved in slow, even jerks. Every time Cash grunted or growled, his big thumb would press into my clit, sending tiny shockwaves of pleasure up my spine.
