He gave a long swipe over her clit, the zing of sensation racing up her spine with only that little movement. “I wish to drink you down, but it would be best for you to remain wet. Therefore, I will only play here to make you come.”
That sounded like a reasonable plan…and then thought processes ceased as his firm lips closed over her clit and with soft, sucking motions he brought her deeper into his mouth.
Her hands found themselves in his hair again as she held on while he played with her. His tongue would press into her, only to flick away when she pushed harder into him. She wailed, “Don’t tease me.”
Only for him to do it again.
Amidst this teasing one finger entered her, slow and gentle, a tentative stroke that sensitized her far more than it should. “Another finger.”
He did, and now she was being stretched. She licked her lips, absorbing the newness of his actions, and in response Terak moaned. She opened her eyes to see Terak fixated on her face as he worked her body.
With his monstrous control he could do this to her all night, and that wasn’t the area she wanted him to exert his control in. “Terak, I love this, but I want you in me. Please.”
He let her go, rising above her and bringing his lips back to hers. The kiss was firm but his lips trembled. “You have not come yet.”
“I’ll come with you in me.”
“But I have read it is difficult for a woman to achieve satisfaction that way.”
He was so unsure, her warrior, looking down at her with anxious eyes. All because he wanted to please her. How did she get so lucky? “You read up on human mating habits?” she said, only allowing the most gentle tease into her voice.
Even at that a blush graced his cheeks. “I want you never to regret this.”
“I never will. Now, come into me.”
He entwined his fingers with hers as he settled between her legs. His skin was warm and rough, fine sandpaper against hers, and he squeezed her fingers as his hips pushed into hers.
It was fullness more than pain, a stretching no fingers could duplicate. His pace was slow, coming into her in small degrees until he seated himself fully in her.
“Larissa?”
It was only after they opened that she realized she had closed her eyes. “I’m fine. It feels nice and strange, but nice.”
“I am not sure nice is the word most males wish to hear at this moment.”
Her laughter bubbled forth, her gargoyle’s sense of humor becoming ever more prominent and showing up at the most unusual times. She squeezed his hand harder, loving that he was here with her and that he was hers.
She raised her head and brushed her mouth against his, needing connection with him in every place her body would allow it.
Terak deepened the kiss and started to move within her, the pace slow at first.
Nice was also falling by the wayside, forced aside by the rekindling of the fire they shared earlier, a fire that had been banked by nervousness and the interruption of reality.
His moan told her he was experiencing it too. Their entwined hands he brought to rest on the bed by her head. His other hand he used to wrap her leg around his hip, giving him leverage and providing a different angle to thrust.
“Holy hell!” Dear gods, what was that spot he was hitting now, the one that had every pleasure center in her body sit up and start singing hallelujah?
His mouth went to her neck, kissing under her ear while his hips kept a steady rhythm to her moaning pleas. Those hips bucking into her were relentless.
The pressure was building in her, the same pattern Terak forced from her earlier in the evening. “Terak, I’m coming. Move, faster, move faster by gods move faster.”
His mouth covered hers, his hand coming to bury itself in her hair as he did as he was instructed, burying himself to the hilt in her over and over in ever-quickening thrusts.
White was all she saw behind her eyelids while her body pulsed around him. She could feel every vein of his shaft as she squeezed him with the force of her orgasm.
Terak’s low, pained groans sounded in her ear as he joined her, binding them together.
Chapter Thirty
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Larissa was dozing on his chest, her hair splayed over his chest in a cascade he could not stop running his fingers through.
She stirred, her eyes opening to show him that glorious blue. After taking a moment to focus, a small smile played over her lips. “Hi,” she said.
“Never have I seen anything more perfect than you at this moment.”
She blushed deep red at that, her eyes refusing to meet his. “I think you are beautiful as well.”
“My human form or my gargoyle self?
His tone was more hesitant than he would have wished. At his words, her gaze came back to his, all signs of embarrassment gone. She clasped his face between her two small hands. Such a soft prison. “Don’t you know? Both. I find both so beautiful.”