Page 38 of A Kiss From a Revenant
If I’m not mistaken, this looks to be a?—
“Come on,” Nory nudges, dragging me by the hand.
I catch the wicked glint in her eye. The scent of her arousal engulfs me with its heady sweetness. My cock rises in anticipation.
“Naughty,” I say, feet creaking along the wooden porch.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Nory giggles as she rips open the old door. The darkness inside envelopes us as she pulls me in after her. Turning in my arms, she grips the front of my cloak and pushes up on her toes to capture my mouth. She tastes like honey and smells of fresh roses. My hands roam over her back as our tongues dance together. My wife surrenders to my kiss as she always does.
“Do you need my cock?” I ask against her ear.
Nory’s moan catches in her throat. I can see her legs rubbing together underneath her dress. Her sweet pussy calls to me—begging for the relief only I can give it.
“Always,” she sighs. “Hunting makes me crave you more than normal.”
The room around us is bare save for a few unlit pillar candles and overturned pews. A small table is off to the side,covered in dust. With a wave of my hand, I clean it and settle Nory atop it. Her hands fall to my shoulders, trying to remove my cloak. Gripping the hem of her dress, I push it up, revealing her lithe, stocking-covered thighs.
“Yes,” she hisses. “Please, Eryx.”
Her pussy is bare to my gaze. Moisture coats her inner thighs, and my mouth waters. Her face is contorted in pleasure, and I’ve barely touched her yet. One lick of my tongue will set her off. Usually, I want to offer her a quick release, but tonight, I want to toy with my wife a bit. Leaning down, I capture her mouth, feeling her thighs wrap around my hips.
My cock pushes at the front of my pants, eagerly meeting her wet heat. She drags herself along my hardness, moaning into my mouth. I kiss down her jaw, licking a path along her throat before stopping at the neckline of her dress. I taste the smooth skin of her breasts and lick her hard nipples through the fabric of her gown.
Nory’s head falls back as I kiss her lower. The intoxicating scent of her overwhelms me. Dragging my face over my stomach, my hands wrap around her knees. Lowering myself to the floor, I?—
A scream rips through the room. Nory’s whole body tenses and thrashes against mine. Protective instincts surge within me, and I cover her body in an instant. Glancing around us, I try to look for any sign of danger. There is nothing—only dusty books and shattered stained glass.
“What—what is that thing?” Nory whispers, pointing towards the front of the room.
I glance in the direction and stop short. How had I not noticed it before? The broken and overturned pews form a haphazard aisle that leads to an altar. Atop it are a few moth-bitten chairs, an old leather-bound book, and a massive gargoyle.
This one has been frozen for some time. Cobwebs formbetween its massive set of wings, splayed behind it in attack. Even in its crouched position, the figure is enormous. Clawed hands rest between its massive thighs, and its face is pulled into a snarl. Rows of razor-sharp teeth glint back. The pale marble it’s hewn from glows in the dim light. The figure is imposing and unsettling.
“A gargoyle,” I say, helping Nory off the table.
She smooths down her dress and walks towards it. Staring up at the large creature, her brows furrow. Reaching out a hand towards it, she quickly snatches it back. An ancient magic pulses from the being, and I have no doubt she can sense it. Looking over her shoulder at me, she raises a quizzical brow.
“They were made to protect churches—ordained as protectors by the Order of the True Faith. Centuries ago, something happened. They broke with the Order and became trapped in these stone prisons.” I shrug. “No one knows what caused the change.”
“Aren’t they supposed to keep guard on the roof?”
“Maybe this one got lost.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her back flush against my front. My hands roam all over her while my lips devour her neck and shoulders. Nory sighs and leans her head to the side. Slipping my hand into the front of her gown, I palm her breast and gently worry her nipple.
Her gasp is music to my ears.
“Good girl. Now, let’s get back to?—”
“It just blinked at me.”
I chuckle against her skin, my hand dragging along her hip.
“It’s just your imagination.”
Nory whirls in my grasp, breaking free of my hold. Her green eyes are unamused.
