Page 49 of The Gargoyle and the Songbird

“You drive me insane, woman,” he rasps against my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “Arguing with me, defying me at every turn. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

I arch into him, a moan escaping my lips as his hardness presses against my core.

“Why don’t you show me, gargoyle?” I challenge, my voice husky with need.

Something snaps in his pale blue eyes, and I swear I can see the last vestiges of his iron control shattering. In one fluid motion, he rips my dress and my bra down the center, baring my body.

The fabric tears like tissue paper under his powerful hands, the sound echoing through the suite. Cool air hits my overheated skin and I gasp, my head falling back against the wall.

Graeme’s eyes rake over my exposed flesh, his gaze scorching me to my very core.

“Gods, you’re beautiful,” he breathes, something like reverence in his voice.

His large, rough hands skim up my sides to cup my breasts. The calluses on his cool palms rasp deliciously against my sensitive nipples. I moan, arching into his touch, all but begging for more.

He answers with a squeeze, his fingers sinking into my soft flesh. Pleasure races through me, liquid heat pooling between my thighs. I rock my hips against him, seeking friction, the hard ridge of his arousal teasing me, delicious but nowhere near enough.

I’m done waiting for what I want. Ready todemandit.

“I think you want to taste me, Graeme. But I don’t know if you’re up for the challenge.”

Graeme’s eyes blaze with renewed intensity at my words. His hands slide down to grip my ass again, squeezing the soft flesh as he grinds his hardness against me.

“You have no idea how much I want you, Ecco,” he growls. “How much I’ve ached to touch you, to lick you.”

I tremble at the dark promise in his tone, my belly clenching with anticipation. “Then touch me, Graeme,” I breathe. “Lick me. Don’t stop.”

A low, feral sound rumbles from his chest and then his mouth is on me, his lips and tongue blazing a trail of fire downmy neck to my breasts. He takes one aching peak into the wet heat of his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing my sensitive flesh and sending jolts of exquisite pleasure straight to my center.

Graeme’s hands slide lower, hooking into the waistband of my panties. With a quick tug, the delicate lace rips away, baring me completely to his heated gaze.

“Lie down,” he commands, his voice rough with need. “I want to see all of you.”

I comply eagerly, sinking back into the plush carpet in front of the fireplace. The enchanted fire casts a soft warmth onto my flushed skin as I spread my legs for him, revealing myself fully to his gaze.

Graeme groans at the sight.

“Gods, you’re dripping for me already,” he rasps, settling between my thighs. “Your arousal smells sweet and ripe. Like a forbidden fruit, just begging to be devoured.”

His words send a fresh surge of desire flooding through me. I moan, rolling my hips up toward his mouth as he lowers his head, his hot breath ghosting over my aching flesh.

“I’m going to eat every inch of you,” he promises darkly. “I’m devour you until you’re sobbing my name.”

With that declaration, he presses an open-mouthed kiss to my clit. I cry out at the first electric touch of his tongue, my hips bucking off the floor. He pins me down with one large hand, the other spreading me wider as he licks a long, slow stripe up my slit.

“Gods, your taste,” he groans against my flesh, the vibrations making me whimper. “Ambrosia. The nectar of the gods themselves.”

He seals his lips around my throbbing clit and sucks hard, sinking two thick fingers knuckle-deep into my heat.

I thrash and moan in response to every thrust of his fingers, his hot mouth almost bringing me to the brink of release.

With a gasping breath, I ask him to stop.

“Why?” he asks, his head canting to the side. He looks almost… vulnerable.

“Because I don’t want you to have all the fun,” I say.

Graeme’s lips twist into a grin. “You can have whatever you want. Here in this room tonight, anyway.”

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