Page 35 of Stolen By the Gargoyle
“Dilo otra vez,” I repeated. “Say my nameagain.”
Her chest hitched as she inhaled. “Since when do you speak Spanish?”
My lips curved. “I speak many languages.”
She groaned and her arousal permeated my nose.
“Please, I need to hear it again. Please, please, please, Nazzar.”
Wetness rushed from her body, staining the bed beneath her. It brought me joy to comply with her request. My wings flared over us, fire burning within me. I rose above my wife, my hands pulling her hips up to meet the tip of my weeping cock.
“Nazzar,please.” Tears shimmered in her eyes.
The sight was enough to cause a pinch in my chest.
I leaned over her, tongue flicking against the salt of her tears.
“Do not cry, my love, mi amor.” Her body trembled against me at the words. My hand snaked between the mattress and her body, palm pressing against her back so I could lift her until our bodies were kissing. Her hands came to rest against my shoulders, her sharp little claws digging into my hard skin.
But I wantedmore.
“Tocame.” I gripped her hand, placing it over my cock. “Te necesito. I need you to touch me like I touch you, wife. I beg you.”
Her delicate fingers closed around my cock and bliss was the only thing I felt. The ridges and bumps dug into the softness of her palm. She applied the slightest bit of pressure but it was not enough.
“Harder,” I pleaded. “Use your claws to mark me as you wish. My body is yours to maim. Yours to claim. Make me yours.” I jerked into her palm, needing it all.
She granted my desires, digging her claws into my cock. Pleasure rippled in waves beneath my flesh. It tightened through me, threatening to overflow as her wrist jerked across my length. She stopped at the tip, using her thumb to swirl my cum over me before she gripped me once more.
A groan ripped out of my chest at the feel of her dainty hand trying to inflict damage against my cock.
“Like that,” I urged, flicking her tight coils of hair away from her shoulders to dig my clawed thumb against her pulse. My tail flicked between us, sliding around her thighs so the pointed end could lightly caress between her legs.
Her pulse quickened and the tip of my tail matched the beat of her thundering heart, creating a rhythm against the sensitive nub at her cunt.
I knew when her body was on the precipice of release. I had learned the signs already. So when she careened towards it, my tail picked up its pace, pursuing her as she chased the end…
Her fingers dug into my cock as she cried out, trembling with a fast orgasm that filled the air with the heady scent of her.
She inhaled deeply after a moment. My palms stroked over her body, kneading and petting to bring her back down from that place of rapture.
When she did, she leaned back, plump lips pulling into a smile.
“Nazzar,” she purred.
“Yes, wife?”
There was mischief dancing in her eyes. “I want to taste you.”
My palm met themarble flesh of Nazzar’s chest, gently pushing, guiding him down onto the mattress. His wings spread out beneath him like a blanket, and those obsidian eyes regarded me with desire he couldn’t conceal. His nostrils flared and his sharp teeth claimed his bottom lip, drawing a thin line of dark blood.
My body was overly sensitive from the orgasm he’d just pulled out of me, and I wanted to return the favor. I wanted to make him as mindless and breathless as he made me. I wanted to give pleasure back the same way he showered me with it.
“Relax,” I told him. His body was tense, primed, waiting.
I smoothed my hands over his chest, digging my hands in hard and slow until he relaxed against the mattress.
“Let me take care of you,” I whispered.
