Page 96 of Heartsong
“Goddesses,” he hissed. “Dwi adref. Dwi adref.”
If she wasn’t so overwhelmed from being stuffed full of Frey, she might’ve been a bit smug about sexing the English out of him. But every inch was a marvel, and Anna’s whole body throbbed like an exposed nerve as she sank down, down, down.
When he bottomed out, Anna gasped, what little air she had left leaving her in a rush. Frey groaned again, hands restless at her hips.
“Tell me you feel it,fy nghalon. Tell me it is good.” His hips lifted in a small thrust, and they both groaned. “Tell me I can move andfuck you.”
“Gimme a minute,” she panted.
She dared to peek at where they locked together, and her cunt clenched to see how wide he’d spread her. She’d swallowed him whole, her clit resting against the root.
Her heart stuttered in her chest, not quite believing.
A knuckle under chin had her raising her head, and then Frey’s mouth was on her. Warm, drugging kisses pulled her back, into his current, and she let him take her away.
“Fy enaid hoff cytûn prydferth. Fy enaid hoff cytûn rhyfeddol, prydferth.”
Claws sifted through her hair, gently scraped down her back, kneaded her ass. Wings came around to pull her in tight, crushing her breasts against his chest and slightly changing the angle of his cock inside her. That broad head hit something tantalizing, and Anna quivered, hips rolling cautiously, chasing that feeling.
Between Frey’s kisses and hands, she’d almost forgotten about the tight pinch of taking him. Instead, warmth seeped through her, sweet as syrup, and when his hands guided her hips into a gentle rhythm, she found there was no longer pain.
Her mind nearly went blank at the sensations, her world narrowing to the shallow thrusts of his cock. His hips rose to meet hers, pushing inside to tease that spot deep within her. He filled his big hands with her backside, spreading her cheeks and thighs even further, and Anna felt her excitement dripping into his lap.
She kissed his snarl, hands desperate on his chest. She could only move now, desperate and needy and so, sofull. He reached inside to touch all of her, nothing escaped him, and with every delectable drag out and thrust back in, Anna was a little more lost.
And yet…
“Frey,” she pleaded, not quite sure what she asked.
“I have you,fy nghalon.Hold onto me.”
Her over-sensitized brain didn’t understand how she could be clinging to him any more when, with a growl, he surged from the couch to stand.
Anna gasped, arms tightening around his neck. He gripped her with arms under her thighs and wings across her back, holding her aloft.
“Frey—”
“Do you feel me, my Anna?” He drew his hips back and then slammed them up at the same time he let her drop an inch, and Anna’s mouth fell open in a silent cry. “Is this what you need? To take my cock without mercy?”
He thrust again, bouncing her on his cock, and all Anna could do was moan and hold on. She had no leverage like this, could only hold herself up as he worked her on his cock. It was brutal and demanding and merciless, just like he said, and it wasexactlywhat she needed.
Her mind went quiet to all other thoughts—she rose and fell in his arms, caught every time. She moaned when his cock retreated, dragging nearly down to her entrance, and cried with relief when he thrust back inside. His hips pistoned beneath hers, pumping inside in a relentless pursuit.
Anna grabbed onto a horn and held on, the sounds of their bodies slapping together a crescendo that echoed through the apartment. A human man could never hold a woman of Anna’s size up like this for the long minutes Frey spent giving her everything and more.
But he wasn’t a human man. He was a gargoyle, a guardian. And he washers.
“Frey!” she cried, head thrown back as her orgasm ripped through her.
Her cunt clenched tighter than a fist around him, drawing him impossibly deeper, and with a final thrust, his frenetic purr exploded into a howl of ecstasy. His big hands pinned their hips together, and Anna could do nothing but come and come and come.
She almost couldn’t stand it, yet never wanted it to end. Unable to move, she could only gaze up at him, his face a rictus of savage pleasure.
“Ti sydd a’m calon, fy nghân,” he said, voice gone to a harsh rumble. “You have my heart.”
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Dwi adref,he’d told her.I’m home.It was how Frey felt, buried deep inside his heartsong. Even as they trembled in each other’s arms with the aftermath of their lovemaking, even as he felt his spend slipping around where they were sealed together, he didn’t want to pull away. Inside her was everywhere he wanted to be, everything he could ever want.
