The Gargoyle and the Executioner’s Daughter
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“We only have three nights in here, right?”
He nods.
“Maybe,” I say, swallowing hard, “we shouldn’t waste any time.”
His dark eyebrow rises.
I lick my lips and give him a look. It’s all it takes.
His tail pulls me forward and he slowly climbs on top of me, holding himself up on those big arms as he lowers his mouth to mine.
I moan as he kisses me. My hands travel up his big hard arms, loving the hard curves of his muscles as my fingertips slide over them.
I’m so wet. So ready. My hips move on their own like they’re under a spell, pushing my pussy against him.
Tharion growls on my open mouth as he pushes his hard cock against me, making me cry out in shocked pleasure. He’s so big. So hard.
I grab fistfuls of his shirt and pull his mouth to mine, shoving my tongue into his mouth as he rocks his hips, pushing his erection against my pussy with a deep, sensual rhythm. My whole body ignites. I need him.
“No,” I whisper as he sits up. I reach for him, but he’s only taking his shirt off.
It’s a complicated affair with all of the buttons around his wings, but he just rips it off and tosses it to the side, not caring that his only shirt in the world is now lying in shreds. I couldn’t care less either. My eager hands are sliding all over his ripped stomach and muscular chest. I like him better like this anyway.
My mouth waters when I see the massive bulge in his pants. It’s sticking up like he shoved a tree trunk in there. How the heck is that going to fit inside me? I’m not sure, and I’m a little freaked out about it, but I desperately want to find out.
“Your species wears too many clothes,” he says as he grabs the bottom of my shirt and slowly tugs it out of my pants.
“Would you rather I walk around naked?”
“In here, yes,” he says. “Although I don’t want other men looking at what belongs to my eyes only.”
“No one else has seen me like that,” I say as I sit up with my heart pounding. “I kept it for your eyes only, Tharion.”
He kisses me again, sliding that big hand into my hair. “You’re a goddess.”
“You’re too much,” I say, smiling against his lips.
He gently pulls my shirt over my head and my breasts are heaving up and down with every sharp breath. He takes one long look at me in my bra and then reaches behind my back.
His fingers are much too large for the tiny clasp and I tease him a little before I reach back and undo it myself.
Those sexy, silvery eyes darken as I lean back and slowly pull it off. He just stares in awe as I show him my bare breasts.
“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” he whispers in a throaty tone. “You are stunning, Ravena.”
And I’ve never seen anything so erotic. He’s shirtless, watching my naked chest, his cock rock hard, his eyes burning with need as the fire roars beside us. It’s so hot. I’ve read about scenes like this, but experiencing it is on another level.
I never realized my body would be so into it. It’s being drawn to him, it’s tingling for him, it’s aching for him.
His eyes linger on me for another heated moment, and then he comes forward, swallowing my tiny breasts in his big hands as he kisses my neck and upper chest.
My head drops back with a moan as he goes lower and lower until his mouth is on my breasts, kissing my curves and licking my tingling nipples. He takes one at a time into his mouth, sucking and tasting and dragging his tongue over them while I slide my hands into his long, wavy hair and moan with delight.
I lay down as his mouth keeps moving south, along my stomach and over my pants. He tries to undo my belt buckle, but again, his hands are too big and I don’t want him to break it, so I quickly undo it for him. I lift my hips and he pulls my pants down, taking my wet panties with them.
I’m stunned that I’m not shy at all as he pulls the last of my clothing off my feet and tosses it behind him. I spread my legs wide open, wanting him to see how crazy he’s making me, wanting him to see what he’s waited decades for.
“Ravena,” he whispers as he stares at my naked pussy in awe.