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 or other use 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 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 but rapidly speeding up.
Nice was also falling by the wayside, being forced aside by the rekindling of the fire they shared earlier, a fire which had been banked by nervousness and the interruption of reality.
His moan told her he was experiencing the same. 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
She 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 those words, her head ducking down and 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 eyes came back to his, all signs of embarrassment gone from her expression. She clasped his face between her two small hands. Such a soft prison. “Don’t you know? Both. I find both so beautiful.”
He kissed her, and everything – his love, his devotion, his soul – was in that kiss, hers for the taking.
They strained against each other, their bodies eager for a continuation of the pleasure of the night before. He stroked his hands over her round, firm bottom and squeezed. She broke the kiss, laughing and blushing. “I’m a little too sore for anything right now.”
Instantly he sat up. “What do you need?”
She grabbed his arm, bringing him down. “I need you to cuddle me. Unless gargoyle males have as much a problem with that as human males are purported to have.”
“I do not ask my fellow warriors such things, but I always wish to be surrounded with you.”
She cuddled against his shoulder. “Tell me a secret.”
You are my queen, you are my love, and I gladly leave my Clan for you. He said, “My parents loved each other.”
She raised her eyes to his. “That’s a secret?”
“Remember I told you that the Clan Leader does not marry for love, he marries the strongest female for the sake of the Clan?”
She nodded. “And you told me the first night that you inherited from your father your title.”
“In the Magic Realm, gargoyles were not one great Clan. There were several smaller Clans who were allies but did not answer to each other. My father was a great warrior, the Clan Leader of the largest and strongest of these scattered Clans. His Intended was the strongest, as was our custom.”