“If I do, will you take my cock in that hot little mouth and swallow me down?”
Oh fuck. It was too much, and once again her orgasm surprised her, shook through her body and tightened every muscle as if an electric current was flowing through her.
He slowed, kept working her through every aftershock, as her body bowed and shuddered under him. He moved until she let out one last low groan and relaxed.
Only then did he withdraw, letting her legs fall back on the bed. Only then did he gather his cock in his hand and moved up her body, moving to her side and presenting it in front of her mouth.
She took it eagerly as she lay there, swallowing it down in one long stroke. The taste was pure eroticism, her taste strong at first but then the smell and sensation that was pure Terak coming through.
In this she answered the question he had been asking her all night, by her total submission to him and his needs. Her tongue stroked over the hard flesh while her throat massaged him in the deepest way possible.
His groans grew louder with every moment, and it wouldn’t be long before he would come. She worked harder, wanting him to come so she could swallow.
His hands wandered over her face, worked through her hair, his fingers flexing to grab hold of the curls. He grabbed tight and guided her movements, held her close while he pushed his cock down her throat. The movements were slow and deliberate, controlled enough so no harm came to her, but insistent, dominating. His voice was dark and rough, velvet scraping over rubble. “My mate. My love. Mine.” And then his growls, the most erotic sound in the Realms, as his back bowed and his wings flared, and she drank him down, greedy, hungry, wanting every part of him.
When she gazed upwards, it was to the site of his head thrown back, his chest rising and falling in deep movement. As if sensing her eyes, his gaze came down to meet hers, but it was not completion in his face. Instead, it was sharper, fiercer, the hunger in him not yet satisfied. He glanced down her body and his lip curled, a snarl emitting from his throat.
She followed his gaze, and a heat that came from embarrassment crept through her body. Her legs were sprawled open in wanton invitation, the curls between her legs noticeably damp. Before she could close them his hand was there, his fingers invading her, pushing inside her receptive body.
“Terak,” she said, voice a small plea.
In swift movement, he gathered her two hands in his one and pressed them above her head. The continued domination had the same effect as it had all night, making her grow wetter around his thick fingers. “No, little human. For all of tonight, you are mine.”
Chapter Five
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She woke to Terak’s claws raking through her hair and her body deliciously sore, well-used in the best sense.
His strokes were gentle and bordering on hesitant. So her gargoyle was back to himself, having left the demons which drove him last night to the darkness. She shifted so she was lying on her back, looking up towards Terak.
His eyes were hooded, and he wore no smile on his face. And when he voiced a somber, “Larissa,” she knew what was going on in his head – and she was going to put a stop to it.
“You didn’t hurt me. Everything we did last night was something I wanted.”
“I was too rough-”
“Did I say no? Did I say stop? Go away? I don’t want this?” With every question she awaited his acknowledgement, waited for him to shake his head, and after he had done so, she continued, “If there is one thing I know, I know you would tear off your wings with your own hands before you would ever harm me. You are my mate, Terak. You are my love and my beloved. And you are a gargoyle. So if that means things get a little…” and here Larissa faltered, images and sensations pressing against her, cutting off the righteous indignation and reminding her how wanton and carnal she behaved last night. Heat traveled over her body, a mingling of renewed desire and embarrassment.
Strange, but it was this reaction that seemed to finally relax Terak, more so than her verbal defense. His body lost the taut gravity, replaced with smug satisfaction. “So my mate enjoyed what I did to her last night?”
“Don’t get cocky,” she shot back, not giving him the satisfaction of looking away, no matter the burn in her cheeks meant there was a good chance she looked like she had a sunburn. “I’m not here to stroke your ego.”
He bent down and brushed his lips over hers. “No,” his voice a deep, wicked whisper. “You stroked other things, did you not?”
Last night he was in charge, but now she was back in the game. “I think it was you who was doing the stroking. All I had to do was open my legs, and there you were, every part of you, rubbing over me to make me wet and make me beg.” She leaned up, giving his earlobe a gentle bite before whispering, “I was begging my mate to let me come. I begged him to make me feel like only he can. You’re so big all over, and only you can fill me. You like filling me, don’t you? You like pushing into me when I’m wet and dripping for you?”