Then one of his thick fingers slipped inside of me, stretching the entrance of my pussy. I was worried at first that it would be too tight, but then the oil seemed to do its job and he began to slip a second finger in almost immediately.
Not wanting him to get the better of me, I gripped his cock tighter and reached up to grip one of his horns.
His hips jerked once, telling me that he was probably close to coming, then his tail was wrapped around my wrist and pulled my hand away.
“Not yet,” Cash rasped as he broke away from our kiss, pulling his fingers free from me and bringing them up to his mouth where he licked each of them one-by-one, his eyes widening at whatever he was tasting.
With a gentle push, I was on my back again, Cash’s tail wrapping around one of my thighs this time and pulling me down underneath his bulk. My mind briefly wondered what else he could do with the dexterous appendage and I felt a blush creep up my neck at the thought.
A rattling sound came from Cash’s chest and it took me a second to realize that it was a purr of sorts. Pressing my hand into his skin, I felt the same vibration as earlier along with the heavier stutter of the noise.
Cash reached for the bottle of oil and poured it in between my already glistening thighs. At first it was cold and my hips jerked with surprise at the sudden onslaught of sensation.
Strong hands lifted my hips and the thick head of his cock came to notch at my entrance.
“Go slowly please,” I whispered, hoping that somewhere in the mist of instinct that Cash was listening.
The first push was painful and for the briefest of moments I wasn’t sure that it would fit even with Effie’s magical oil. Then warmth began to spread out from my core as the spell on the oil kicked in, and suddenly, he was sheathed completely inside of me without much resistance.
We lay together, seemingly both frozen at the abruptness of it. Cash’s tail, which was still wrapped around my thigh, tightened as he slowly withdrew himself.
“Tight,” he grunted, his face hovering over mine as the tendon in his jaw tightened with concentration.
Cash continued to move with agonizingly slow strokes and I swore I could feel each and every ridge along the length of his cock as he did so.
“Faster,” I pleaded, reaching up to grip both of his horns and giving them a hard squeeze.
That seemed to get the gargoyle above me going because his hips slammed roughly forward, sending a thrill of pleasure through my body.
My back was up off of the bed as he hugged me to his body with strong arms. I tried to move my hips to match his thrusts, but quickly found that he moved too quickly for me to keep up with.
It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before and to top it all off, the tip of his tail snaked in between my thighs, brushing along my sensitive clit and sending me barreling into nirvana.
“Oh god, Cash,” I gasped, my eyes flying wide open as I spasmed around his still thrusting cock.
But he didn’t stop. In fact, my convulsing seemed to spur him on even more.
Then I felt them, his teeth sinking into the side of my neck that was opposite of my dragonfly tattoo.
Many other species of supernatural creatures bit their mates in order to mark them. Vampires, werewolves, beast people, the list was endless, and gargoyles were no different.
But the thing that made gargoyles unique was their song. As soon as Cash’s teeth locked into the side of my neck the low hum of music, which I’d started to feel whenever we touched, swelled into the sweetest aria I’d ever heard.
I couldn’t believe this is what Cash heard all of the time. Ever since I found out that I was his heart song I was plagued with doubt and insecurity, wondering how he could know for sure that I was the one for him.
There wasn’t a lot about me that I felt was worth it. I always seemed that I was more trouble than I was worth to the gruff, but kind gargoyle.
But now? Now I got it.
Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes as the sound of string instruments met with woodwinds, and the image of standing on an emerald green hill filled my mind. Wind whipped through my hair as the music echoed through the air around me and it was like I was actually there.
If Cash felt this every time we touched, then I finally understood why he knew I was meant for him.
Then my heart rate began to slow the way Ronan said it would, and instead of speeding back up like it usually did, it synced with the slow, steady beat of Cash’s heart. It was proof that our lives had been sealed together forever, for better or for worse.
It wasn’t as extravagant as the ridiculous wedding that Mike had thrown only six months after my mom’s funeral despite the fact that we’d already eloped, but in my mind it was infinitely better.
Cash’s hips jerked a few times against mine as he also came, sending little aftershocks of pleasure from where we were still connected.
