Page 50 of Hidden By the Gargoyle

The tension built within me, bringing me to the edge of orgasm, but I couldn’t quite go over the precipice.

As though he was reading my mind, Dax took my hand and brought it between my legs. “Touch your clit for me.”

My nipples tightened further at the way he was looking at me, the way he pressed my finger against my clit.

I took over, circling the bundle of nerves. Dax’s hands went back to my hips, helping me move on him, bringing me down a little harder than before.

I moaned, my head falling back as the pleasure built. I could feel it coming, my body pulsing around his cock, the muscles growing tighter.

“Ally,” he groaned. “You’re close, I can feel it.”

“Yes,” I hissed, all my attention focused on the sensations building between my legs.

The pleasure narrowed, winding tighter and tighter, until it finally snapped. I cried out, my hips jerking as I rode out the orgasm.

My hand left my clit, and I braced my palms against Dax’s chest, my head snapping forward. I opened my eyes and stared down at him as he began to slam me down on his cock, rougher and faster than before. My orgasm swelled, going on and on, until another cry was torn from my throat, this one nearly a scream.

Dax slammed my hips down on his one last time and released a guttural groan, deep and gravelly.

As we shuddered together, he reached up, fisted my hair, and pulled my head down to kiss me, his teeth nipping my lips before he plunged his tongue in my mouth.

His kiss gentled as my orgasm waned and my hips stilled. Little tremors still wracked my body when I collapsed on top of him. His other arm wound around my lower back, holding me securely against him.

Finally, he released my mouth. I tucked my face into his neck, pressing my lips to his throat for a brief kiss. We were both still breathing hard and dewed with sweat.

The enormity of what just happened washed over me. I’d had sex for the first time, with the gargoyle I’d loved for close to a decade. I knew, deep in my heart, that I would never be able to have this with anyone else. I would never even want this with someone else.

The realization was terrifying. If Dax rejected me, I would be alone for the rest of my life.

Dax ran his fingers through my hair, stroking from my scalp to the ends in one slow, smooth stroke. The motion distracted me from my frightening thoughts.

He was still hard inside me and I could feel his heart thumping against his chest. Whatever was happening between us, he felt it, too. I had to remember that.

I couldn’t worry about the future. I could only think about what was happening now. And right now, he was here with me. Holding me and stroking me as though he treasured me.

I nuzzled his throat as our breathing evened out, letting myself relax against him and enjoyed being held as I’d dreamt about.

For once, reality was far better than a dream.

Dax abruptly stiffened beneath me, startling me.

I lifted my head to look down at his face and his eyes were no longer silver, so I couldn’t see them in the darkness. “What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t wear a condom,” he said, his voice sounding shocked.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I?—”

“It’s not okay,” he interrupted, sitting us both up. “I could have gotten you pregnant.”

The movement dislodged his softening cock from my body. I winced at the minor ache between my legs, but he didn’t seem to notice.

I reached up and grabbed his face with both hands, bringing his attention back to me. The intensity of his gaze nearly burned.

“I have a birth control amulet,” I said. “You didn’t get me pregnant.”

His body relaxed beneath me, and he released a relieved breath. I tried not to let it get to me. I wasn’t ready to have a baby. I didn’t want to get pregnant right now.

Still, his palpable relief stung. As though the idea of getting me pregnant were a catastrophe.

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