Page 48 of Hidden By the Gargoyle

“I’m learning how to use my power,” I said. “I’m learning how magic works. There’s only so much that Aunt Minnie can show me, but Talant has been around for thousands of years. He’s the best chance I have at learning what I need to learn to protect myself.”

“I hate knowing that you’re in my arms, but that you’re also somewhere else. With someone else.”

He no longer looked angry but agonized.

I understood it because the thought of our roles being reversed made my stomach hurt. So, I did something that scared the hell out of me. I told him exactly how I felt about him.

“It’s only you,” I admitted. “You are the first man to touch me like this. The first man I’ve wanted to touch me. The only one.”

He stared down at me, the silver glint appearing in his eyes and shining through the shadows of the bedroom. I moved my hand from his cheek to his neck to pull his mouth down to mine. He kissed me back immediately, no hesitation, and I relished in it. Even after the first time he’d made me come with his mouth, it had taken him a couple of moments to respond to me when I kissed him.

I shoved at his shoulders, urging him to roll over onto his back, still kissing him. Dax shifted, taking me with him. His hands settled on my hips, lifting me to straddle his body. I wore nothing but a pair of panties and I rolled my hips back until the ridge of his cock pressed against my center.

All that separated us was the thin shorts he wore and my panties.

He ran his palms up my body to cup my breasts as I sat up. It was the first time I’d had a real opportunity to touch him back. I ran my hands over his chest, his skin smooth but there were places of roughness. Leaning forward, I ran my lips over his pectoral, flicking his nipple with my tongue. There was another rough spot on his ribs, running around his side. It felt like a sliver of stone spliced to his skin.

I realized as my fingers traced it that it was a scar. My hands moved down his ribs as I kissed his chest and there were more scars, some long and thin, others short and wide. His torso was covered in them.

I was distracted from my exploration by Dax. His hands moved to my hair, gathering it in his fists and tugging my head away from his chest. He pulled me forward to capture my nipple in his mouth.

My hips jerked as he sucked hard. He’d been gentle with me up until now, his hands and mouth never too forceful. My body didn’t know how to handle the intensity of the sensations.

I whimpered, rolling my hips again, feeling empty and desperate. Even after the orgasms Dax had given me, I wasn’t satisfied. Not completely.

Dax released my nipple, his mouth slipping over the inside curve to my breast. I pushed myself to my feet, standing over his body on the mattress. I shoved my panties down my legs and kicked them away.

He stared up at me, his eyes glinting silver and blue in the shadows. When I knelt over him, I scooted back and grabbed the waistband of his shorts.

“Ally, what are you?—”

I tugged them down, revealing his cock, and the words died in his throat. My mouth went dry when I saw the size of his erection. I understood now why he’d been so concerned he would hurt me. He was bigger than the toy I’d purchased, a toy that, in my more hopeful moments, I’d assumed would be just as big as he was.

I was wrong.

Though Dax had spent time learning my body earlier, he hadn’t given me the chance to touch him much. But I was going to touch him now. I left his shorts halfway down his thighs and ran my hands up his legs, directly to his long, hard cock.

As soon as I touched him, wrapping my fingers around him, his legs tensed beneath me. I tightened my fingers around him and then stroked, and a ragged breath escaped his lips. As I continued to stroke him with one hand, I lowered my other, cupping his balls before I squeezed gently.

“Fuck!”

Suddenly, our positions were reversed, and I was flat on my back with Dax hovering over me.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked, my voice breathy.

He shook his head, his jaw muscles clenching.

“I wanted to touch you,” I complained.

“Later,” he murmured.

His mouth was on mine, and he shoved my knees apart with his, settling on me. I gasped against his tongue when the hot length of his cock prodded me, pressing down on my clit as he gave me more of his weight. His hips rocked, creating friction that sent sparks shooting from my clit through the rest of my body.

My back arched as I tried to move with him, but his weight was pinning me to the mattress, holding me down. I lifted my legs, locking them around his waist and shifted.

The head of his cock slipped lower and nudged the entrance of my pussy. Dax froze, lifting his head to look down at me.

I wiggled, trying to line our bodies up, but he leaned back so he was kneeling over me and clamped his hands on my hips.

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