Page 58 of The Gargoyle and the Songbird

It’s almost too much, the intensity of the pleasure bordering on pain. I strain against the cuffs, desperate to bury my hands in his hair, to grind myself against his face.

But I’m trapped, completely at his mercy as he takes me apart with lips and teeth and tongue.

“Graeme, please,” I keen, my head thrashing on the pillow. “I need… I need...”

“I know what you need.” Graeme thrusts two thick fingers inside my dripping channel, curling them to hit that perfect spot within me. At the same time, he seals his lips around my clit and sucks hard, sending a bolt of white-hot pleasure ripping through me.

I shatter instantly, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around his fingers as I come apart with a hoarse cry of his name.

I barely have time to come down when Graeme starts back up, his mouth insistent against my wet heat. I gasp, realizing what he’s doing, that he’s going to take me to the brink again.

“Graeme,” I moan, a plea and admonishment in one.

“If you need me to stop, just say stop,” he murmurs against my thigh. “But don’t say it unless you mean it.”

And with that, he plunges his fingers into me again. Graeme keeps his face buried between my thighs, his fingers and tongue working in tandem to drive me wild with pleasure. It’s almost too much sensation, the way he laves my most sensitive spots while his fingers stroke deep inside me. He hits that perfect place that makes me see stars.

I thrash against the cuffs holding me captive, my body bowing off the bed as Graeme relentlessly pushes me towards another peak. Incoherent moans and whimpers spill from my lips, the only word I can form is his name, chanted like a desperate prayer.

“That’s it, Ecco,” Graeme rumbles against my slick flesh. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

His words are my undoing. With a keening cry, I shatter once more, my inner walls clamping down on his pumping fingers as ecstasy crashes over me in wave after wave.

Graeme takes me to the edge and over three more times. By the time he finally pulls his face away from my thighs, I’m a babbling, boneless mess, tears running down my cheeks as I literally sob with pleasure. I’ve never had a sexual experience like this.

He’s successfully rendered me incapable of thinking, just as I’d begged him to.

Graeme undoes my handcuffs, and I instantly have my hands in his hair, pulling him down to kiss me.

I can taste myself on his lips as we kiss, the erotic intimacy of it making me shudder against him. My hands roam his granite body, mapping every hard plane and chiseled line. I trail my fingers down his back, marveling at the powerful wings tucked against his shoulder blades.

Graeme’s hard body presses mine into the mattress, his hips cradled between my thighs. The thick length of him nudges against my entrance, and a fresh wave of desire crashes over me despite my satiated state.

I roll my hips against his and reach down, brushing my hand against his cock.

Breaking the kiss, Graeme rears back, looking down at me with an intensity that steals my breath. His pale blue eyes shine in the dim light of the room, boring into mine as if he can see straight into my soul.

“Are you trying to take back control, Ecco? Do I need to tie you down?” he asks me, his tone serious but with a joking look in his eye.

I bite back a smile. “No, sir.”

“So you’re going to be a good girl for me?”

His words make my nipples peak and I arch my back off the bed toward him. “Aren’t I always?” I tease.

Graeme growls, leaning down to run his tongue along my neck. I moan and he bites, softly. “You know you’re not,” he hisses in my ear.

“Well, what are you going to do about it?” The words come out of me almost moaning. “What will happen if I’m bad?”

“You’ll be punished.”

Graeme rolls me to my side and then swats me on the ass, hard enough to sting but not truly hurt. I gasp at the sharp sensation, a thrill of excitement racing through me.

“Punished how?” I breathe, my mind conjuring all sorts of delicious scenarios.

Before tonight, I never would’ve imagined giving up control in this way, but everything with Graeme feels easy. Safe. Wholly right.

“However I see fit,” Graeme rumbles, his large hand soothing over the slight sting on my backside. “But right now, I have other plans for you.”

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