Page 92 of Hidden By the Gargoyle

I tore my mouth away from his as the breath left my body. I shuddered beneath him, my hands clutching his waist.

“Dax,” I gasped.

He wasn’t smirking anymore. His face was fierce as he withdrew from me and pushed inside me again. I could feel every single ridge and they were destroying me.

Neither of us spoke as his hips moved, keeping a slow, steady pace. He kissed me again, his tongue mirroring the motions of his cock inside me.

He groaned when my nails dragged down his back to his hips before I gripped his ass hard, trying to urge him to move faster.

The tension was building inside me again and I moaned when he changed the angle of his thrusts, dragging those ridges over my sensitive clit with each movement.

Dax tore his mouth from mine, his quicksilver eyes swirling and glowing. “Will you wear my mark?” he asked.

When I stared at him in a daze, he stopped, making me cry out in denial. “Dax! Don’t stop!”

His hands grabbed my hips when I tried to move, holding me down. “Ally, will you wear my mating bite?”

It wasn’t until then that I understood what he was asking me, and I nodded. “Yes.”

He withdrew further from me, and I made a noise of pure frustration.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I don’t have to?—”

“Dax, I said yes. Now, fuck me and bite me,” I demanded, reaching up to grasp his horns and yank his face toward mine.

He was smiling when he kissed me. At least until his hips slammed into mine, his cock rubbing that spot inside me that drove me wild. He thrust into me, hard and fast, hammering that spot until I was writhing beneath him.

“Goddess, Dax,” I panted. “I’m going to?—”

The orgasm tore through me like a wildfire, scorching my nerve endings. Dax nudged my head to the side, and he sank his fangs into my neck.

I screamed as the pleasure increased twofold. My hands left his horns to curl around the back of his neck, cradling his face against my throat.

He groaned into my neck, his thrusts losing their steady rhythm. He slammed into me one last time, his hands pinning me to the bed as his big body shuddered over mine.

We stayed locked together, riding the wave of pleasure together until it receded and left us breathless and wrecked on the bed.

I opened my eyes, blinking at the bright white light above me. I realized that my right hand was glowing with magic. As I stared at it, the light faded.

Dax ran his tongue over the bite mark on my throat. It throbbed for a moment, and I felt bone-deep satisfaction. But it wasn’t my emotion. It belonged to Dax. Beneath that satisfaction was something far better—the warm embers of his love.

He lifted his head, looking down at me, and his silver eyes were glowing with the same white light of my magic. And, on his neck, my handprint glowed. I ran a fingertip over it and felt his surprise.

“What is that?” he asked, staring down at me.

“I marked you,” I murmured. “It’s my handprint.”

A smile spread across his face. “You marked me?”

“I didn’t mean to,” I said. “But I’m not sorry.”

His smile widened. “I’m not either.” He stared down at me, his hand coming to my face. “I can feel you. In my heart,” he said.

I let my hand slip down his chest until it rested over his heart. “I can feel you, too. Does that mean we’re mated?”

“It does,” he answered.

He wore his happiness on his face, his eyes losing the white glow of my magic and returning to the beautiful swirling silver I loved.

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