Page 22 of Sins of the Stone

As far as she could tell, he didn’t have anything between his legs, just a smooth pelvis. Not that she looked very often, but when her eyes did wander, she didn’t observe anything there. Ramuz interrupted her thoughts again.

“And this?” he questioned, sticking his finger into her navel gently. Still, the feeling surprised her, and she instinctively grabbed his hand with a slight smile.

“That’s a navel. A belly button,” she said, pulling his finger away.

“Belly button?”

“Yes,” she said. “That’s sensitive too, but different.” Ramuz nodded, sliding his hand to the top of her leg beneath the water. She wondered why he hadn’t probed further, then realized she hadn’t pulled his hand away previously. Which meant he would understand if she told him to stop.

But do I want him to?

Ramuz stood up and wandered off to where she placed her towel. He bent over, unfurling it onto the dirt, then headed towards her again. He hoisted her up effortlessly, turning and placing her onto the cloth as her teeth clicked from the bitter shiver.

“You are cold,” he said, placing the ends around her legs. The heat from her insides had made her forget all about the chill of the water. “But I am still curious what you hide here.” He grabbed the top of her thigh.

As if under a spell, she followed the grip of his hand, her legs falling open. With the same tenderness as before, ever so delicately, he slid his hand to her pelvis, connecting with her swollen bud at the apex of her body. Her eyes were hooded as her face was growing warmer by the second.

“It is a strange feeling here,” he said, his two fingers brushing over her exterior. “And you have more fur here.” With a shutter, she nodded.

Am I really enjoying a creature touching me?

I’m going to hell for sure.

Ramuz’s eyes fell to hers, his face leaning in to emphasize his words. “I want to know more about your strange, soft body.” His voice was barely a whisper. “Will you lay down for me?” Before she could talk herself out of it, she did so. He ran his fingers along her, each stroke sending an eye-rolling energy through her body. He tapped her hardened nub, circling it a few times, making her tremble.

Returning to the rest of her, he slid his fingers up and down, gathering her devilish moisture, then spread her apart. He ripped his hand away. Shepeeked at his face, and a look of what appeared to be genuine shock was etched upon it.

“I split you apart,” he said, his tone weaved with surprise. “I am sorry.” She shook her head, slightly amused by his ignorance.

“It’s supposed to do that,” she said. “You haven’t hurt me.” Ramuz hummed as if confused but returned his hand to her.

“It is like a flower,” he said, using two fingers to open her fully. “Strange, alien, but alluring.” He pressed his hand down, entering her body. Her back arched, biting her tongue to stifle a cry. His fingers probed further, his claws still tucked away.

As he tapped her most sensitive areas, she felt herself growing close to a feeling she wasn’t sure she was ready to experience with him—a gargoyle. Heat was pooled in her center as waves of ecstasy crashed upon her body. He continued to stroke her, and she felt as if she were approaching a climax.

I am terrible,she thought, shame consuming her.

Before she could reach it, she sat up, grabbing his muscular arm and removing his damp fingers from her.

“Do you know what you are doing to me?” Ursulette breathed, her firm gaze locked on his. Her heart was pounding, and her head was clouded with emotion. Ramuz gave her a devilish grin, his face mischievous.

“I understand, my treasure,” he grinned, freeing his arm from her grasp. Her jaw fell open. Placing his fingers to his face, he took a deep breath, then popped the digits into his mouth, savoring her taste all with his eyes locked on hers. At that moment, she could’ve succumbed to sweet unconsciousness.

“I understood the moment my hands tempted you,” he continued. “We may be different species, but I can smell your arousal from here.” He leaned in, his grinning face a breath away from her shocked expression. “I wonder if you can sense mine as well.” Her insides stirred, her head pounding with the heaviness of her heartbeat.

That cunning bastard,she thought, fighting off a grin or the urge to hit him or kiss him. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to do.

“You’re—” she paused, trying to think of what to say, “—bad.”She drew her legs back towards her body.

“Do not be ashamed. I enjoyed exploring your body,” he said, leaning in and, to her shock, kissing her. “Would you like me to do it more?” Her face flushed. That could mean anything and everything, but she couldn’t resist. Before she could talk herself out of it, she nodded.

“P-please,” she blurted. It was all she could manage beneath the heaviness of her swirling, sinful thoughts. Their eyes met, and she felt her insides flutter.

“I would love nothing more,” he said.

Chapter 16

Ursulette

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