He resumes kissing me and uses a wing claw to lift my skirts and expose my leg above my thigh-high stockings. I’m wearing lace underclothes—small shorts that are damp with how much I want him.
“I don’t mind if you don’t mind,” he says, his voice a purr.
My mind is hazy with desire. “I don’t at all.”
The moonpetals Tully warned me about aredefinitely working because I don’t give a whit that someone could find us here.
Rom leans up momentarily to remove his tunic—a move that must be a regular thing for him as he expertly tucks his wings for just a second. Before I can move at all, he is back in position. His tongue flicks its way up my thigh, his talons toying with the top edge of my stockings. He uses his other wing claw to draw down the neckline of my dress. My breast is bared to the cold air, and I suck in the chill at the sensation. His hand smooths its way over my bunched skirts, my stomach, and then higher to cup my breast.
“Laini,” he moans into my side.
His stone-hard erection presses the spot beside my most sensitive area. I roll my hips to the right to shift his weight until his length is firmly against my center. I bite my lip and shudder, nearly shattering right then and there with the intense pleasure. My insides ache for fulfillment, for the girth of him to stretch me to the limit. And he will because he is bigger than any male I’ve ever seen. I can tell just from the feel of him. I slide my hand down and stroke him once, hard. He growls louder now and meets my gaze.
“Not yet,” hewhispers.
He takes my nipple into his mouth and teases the tip with his monstrous tongue. I whimper, wanting more, more, more. My whole body pulses with need, and I arch my back to press into his cock. I’m desperate for more friction. He rushes down my body suddenly, and then his wings are pinning my legs back, and his hot mouth is on me. His tongue dances through my heat, and I roll my hips, my mind too blurred to care that I am gasping and whimpering with how amazing he feels.
Sliding his curved forefinger talon into me, he continues to lick. I am so close. His horns moving between my legs, his forceful wings pinning me… Just his long, black hair brushing the flushed skin of my legs is nearly my undoing. He lifts his head for a moment, and I’m wildly proud of the way his lips and chin glisten with my wetness. He rises, still pinning me gently, and he tugs his trousers down. His cock is freed, and it is even larger than I thought it was.
And what is that? A raised area shows above his cock. None of my former lovers had a… I don’t know what to call it. A shelf? A mound?
“It’s what we call our crest,” he says, his voice gruff and low. “With it, I can press against your most sensitive areas while I’m also inside you.”
I lick drool from the side of my mouth. I reach for him, and he grins wickedly as I grip him. The flesh there is the same texture as his arms and face—smooth as river rocks and fevered with want. I stroke him up and down three times quickly. He snarls, lip curling, and then he has me on my back and fully pinned at the shoulders and thighs with his wings. It’s like we are in our own cave with the moonlight almost fully blocked out. The glow of his eyes ensnare me, and even if he didn’t have me pinned, I’d have been stuck.
He lies between my legs, his warmth tingling down my body. Kissing my breasts, he drags his forefinger talon down my side slowly until he is touching my center again. He flicks the talon over my clit, and I pant and rock against him. The sensation of his cock’s tip against my entrance has me spinning. I want to feel him inside me. I need it. My whole body trembles as he raises himself on one elbow.
“Are you afraid?” he asks.
“No. I trust you,” I say, knowing full well the moonpetals are making me reckless and wanton. They have to be partially responsible for how much I want Rom and his body. And I love it.
“Please, Rom. Ineed you now.”
The ache in my center thrums insistently, and I roll my hips again, desire shooting through my body like a bolt of lightning. He kisses my cheek gently, cradles my face with his enormous hands, then enters me slowly, inch by glorious inch. The feeling of being stretched to the point of pain is somehow the best feeling I’ve ever experienced.
“Are you all right, Laini?”
“So, all right.” My voice is husky, and my body is shaking, pleasure coiling deep inside where his pulse throbs from within my body. “Please, Rom. Move. More…”
“You’re so wet for me.” He purrs against my forehead and nips my earlobe as he eases farther inside me.
“More, Rom. More.”
His wings tighten around us, and his body is trembling now, too, a low growl reverberating through his chest. With my shoulders pinned, I can’t grab his neck like I want to, but I can curl my fingers over the edges of his wings. I do so and rub the sensitive skin there until he growls at me like he’s almost angry. I delight in affecting him this way, this proud, reserved protector.
“Laini, you’re killing me,” he says through gritted teeth.
He drives forward in one great thrust until he is fully sheathed. His crest presses against my clit, and the sensation has me seeing colors that don’t exist behind my eyelids. I try to shift my hips to get friction along with this mind-blowing stretching and filling sensation, but he holds me fast. I’m already almost there.
“A moment,” he whispers. “I must control my magic.”
A part of me wants to see him completely lose control. “Please, Rom.”
He lets out a staccato breath, pulls back, then sheathes himself fully again. I cry out, the pleasure so intense that I already feel like I’m at my peak, but I’m not. Pushing in and out at a faster and faster pace, with his crest hitting me exactly right, he urges my desire higher and higher until the coiled want unfurls and has me shouting his name and gripping the edges of his wings as I come undone. He snarls and shivers with one last mighty thrust, and I feel the heat of his satisfaction within me.
Curling his wings around me, he rolls us so that I am on top of him. My limbs are liquid, and I collapse fully on his chest. Both of us are gasping for breath, and I blink, trying to clear the haze of the moonpetals that wave just an arm’s lengthaway.
But apparently, gargoyles don’t need time between lovemaking sessions because soon, Rom’s cock is hard against my arse. I sit up and grin at him. He smiles back.
