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“S till wet for me?” he whispered against the side of my neck, making my whole body tremble in anticipation.

“Yes,” I replied on a breathy sigh.

He slid a finger inside me. Our mouths tangled in a kiss as he added another, exploring me, stretching me, getting me ready for that thick cock of his.

I was wet, alright. And getting wetter at his expert finger-fucking. He switched his weight to his left elbow so that he could get that perfect angle inside me and also give his tail space to play. As the spade tip circled my pebbled nipple, Xaniban added a third finger in my slick pussy.

I was so full, but I didn’t want him to stop.

I couldn’t tell him to stop–only primitive sounds of pleasure were coming out of me.

I was clinging to the sheets over my head as I rode his fingers closer and closer to the precipice.

And when he quickened his merciless strokes and pressed at my clit with his tail’s tip, I broke apart with a hoarse cry.

My body shook from the aftershocks of the best orgasm I’d ever had. I closed my eyes and saw stars. Wow . Xaniban had undone me, and I couldn’t be happier. I sensed him leave my side, but I needed a moment to recover. My heart was beating a mile a minute.

When I caught my breath and opened my eyes, I saw the curtains of the bed were drawn, creating a more intimate setting.

A candle in a wall sconce behind me was the only source of light, and it revealed the gargoyle bent over me.

He was like the night sky, the glow of a single star illuminating the blue infinity.

“Now you are ready,” Xaniban spoke softly to me as he leaned down for a kiss.

I wrapped my legs around his waist to keep him where he was. No more waiting. It was time to give him the release he deserved.

I slid a hand between us and closed my fingers around his cock. Or tried to. He was big .

Xaniban growled deep in his chest, and his wings extended. He had to be close to exploding after all this time of insanely patient foreplay.

That was why I didn’t tease him. I pumped him once, twice, then brought his tip to my entrance. With his length slick already and me dripping wet, he just might slide right in, but either way I was willing to take a little pain for him.

He stilled me with a chuckle. “Not this position yet.” To my confused look, he said with a smile, “This one is reserved for the end of the claiming. For when we look into each other’s eyes while coming undone as one.”

“Oh.” That sounded amazing–“Hey!” I yelped as Xaniban lightly tail-slapped me on the ass cheek.

“Turn around for me.” He ordered with a wicked smile.

That gave me the answer to the question I had yet to ask. The doggy pose. I should have known he preferred that one. He was a dominant male, and all my exes loved this position the most.

I didn’t. I wasn’t fond of being pounded into from behind without seeing the face of my lover. While he grunted all the way into his release, leaving me face down into the sheets, my pleasure and even my identity seemingly of no importance to him.

Yet, I had agreed in the past so I wasn’t going to say no to Xaniban, after the care he had shown for my needs. Besides, we barely knew each other, so this night wasn’t supposed to be romantic.

Something must have shown on my face as I turned to stand on my knees, because his tail caught me by the waist before I could tip forward on all fours. Xaniban’s hands caressed my shoulders. “This is the least uncomfortable position. The Gods were a bit too generous when they made me.”

I gaped. He was doing this for me? To make sure I would take his cock with as little discomfort as possible?

Touched by the gesture, I swiveled to lock eyes with him. I pressed my back against his chest, both of us kneeling as we were. “Don’t wait any longer, Xan. Claim me.”

And claim me he did. He entered me slowly and began with explorative thrusts, to make sure he was not hurting me. He wasn’t. I felt a slight burn at the stretch that was quickly replaced by delicious fullness as I adjusted to his girth. He then started moving at an ever increasing pace.

I would have lost my balance, had he not kept me anchored with his tail around my waist, his left arm across my chest, and his right hand on top of mine, our fingers interlocked on the sheets.

His lips kept placing little kisses on my shoulders and upper back.

His wings were extended, as if to keep me sheltered from either side.

Did I say the doggy pose wasn’t intimate?

Scratch that. He was all around me and inside me, his body and mine molded into one, joined on every level.

He fit perfectly inside me, filling me completely but not to the point of pain.

I fit perfectly against him, my smaller frame clicking right into place underneath his powerfully built body.

I felt every shudder that went through him, every groan of pleasure while he moved in and out of me.

He felt my pleasure, too, because as another tsunami loomed on the horizon, he nibbled on my earlobe and said with a commanding tone, “Come for me, little blessing.”

“No, I want… with you,” I panted in between his breathtaking thrusts that hit my sweet spot. I wanted us to come as one, just like he had mentioned.

“Now.” His firm tone brooked no argument.

His commands would have been enough to make me embrace the incoming climax. But he didn’t stop there. He moved his hand to my clit and stroked me.

Three strokes, two deep thrusts, and I shattered.

It was precisely when the orgasm was washing over me that his hands and tail pulled me up on my knees. He drew me against him, arms wrapping around my chest, and sank his fangs into the crook of my neck. I keened in ecstasy.

The mixture of pleasure and pain made my orgasm last for many more pulsations, leaving me enraptured in his possessive grip.

“Forgive me,” he told me while I was trying to remember how to breathe. His tongue was licking the place he had bitten, soothing the twinge of pain.

“What for?” I asked in between my oxygen intakes.

Had I known a proper orgasm could be such a cardio experience all by itself, I would have ditched the HIIT classes at the local gym long before it had been blown to bits by an alien bomb.

Then I would have looked for a proper boyfriend–a gargoyle boyfriend.

“I do not bite during claiming,” Xan told me, moving away from me so that there would be space for me to turn and lie on my back. I couldn’t stay on my knees without support, even if I wanted to.

“Mmm…” I smiled lazily, floating on my personal post-orgasmic cloud. Did that mean I was better than all his previous lovers, to have driven him to take a bite? I hoped so. “It’s okay, Xan… I kind of… liked it.”

I really had enjoyed being bitten by him, as strange as that was given my painful post-apocalyptic experience with sharp-toothed monsters.

“It is another sign.” He looked pensive as he said it, but maybe it was just my slightly unfocused vision.

When his fingers traced a line down my body from the valley between my breasts to my pussy, my eyes regained their focus. I couldn’t take any more of his claiming –that was why I had told him to join me a minute ago.

When he positioned my hips in line with his, his shaft standing proud to attention and glistering with the evidence of my pleasure from tip to hilt, I told him, “I don’t think I can–”

“I must,” he murmured, his tip right at my entrance.

I stiffened.

“I will be gentle. But I must know.”

He’d already shown me gentleness, so I took him at his word and nodded my consent. “Know what?” I asked, but lost my train of thought at the feel of his hard cock stretching me.

“Do not close your eyes,” he commanded, making me realize I had indeed closed them.

He kept his gaze fused with mine as he slid back inside me. Then he wrapped his tail tightly around my leg from thigh to ankle, connecting us on that level, too. It couldn’t get more intimate than this. And with his massive wings outstretched on either side of me, I felt protected and safe.

He moved slowly, his thrusts shallow so as not to hurt me.

The pleasure began building again but I didn’t close my eyes.

I watched him move above me, mesmerized.

While our previous coupling had been fast and primal, this one was slow and sensual, awakening something in my heart I couldn’t name.

It was as though our very souls were connected, not just our bodies.

Inexplicable elation filled me. I raked my fingers down Xaniban’s biceps and closed my legs around his waist. I wanted to pull him even deeper inside me, to lose sense of where I ended and he began.

He growled and took my mouth in an all-consuming kiss. Then we were both coming, joined both in body and ultimate pleasure.

As the climax hit him, Xaniban threw his head back and roared, his large wings fully extended.

Magnificent. I let my eyes close as I finally succumbed to exhaustion. Post-coital bliss overcame me, or at least that’s how I interpreted the feeling of boundless joy and fulfillment that overtook me. I also felt whole. Complete. At perfect peace. Huh. Was this how it felt to be high?

“It is you ,” my personal drug said, sounding awed. “I should have realized it earlier… My anima .”

I opened my eyes. His face hovered over mine.

One arm and tail were wrapped around my waist possessively.

Our lower bodies were still joined. His wings were closed around us, cocooning us in.

The candlelight was barely penetrating the membranes of his wings, so I couldn’t see his face, but Xaniban’s words had carried tenderness in them I couldn’t comprehend.

He hadn’t talked to me like that before.

Ah, it had to be the euphoria from his orgasm talking. I couldn’t blame him: I felt soft and mushy, too. He could say whatever he felt like saying, as long as he stayed exactly where he was, his arms, tail, and wings wrapped around me.

“Did you feel it?” he went on excitedly, forcing me to open my eyes again.

Did he have to involve me in his monologue? I was completely and utterly spent, in the best way possible. All I wanted was to fall asleep, not a care in the world for just a little while longer.

“Feel what, Xan?” I found the strength to lift an arm and caress his face in an attempt to learn what my eyes couldn’t tell me in this dark and warm cocoon of ours. My fingertips traced the curve of his lips. He was smiling.

“The mate bond, how it clicked into place!… Gods, it was as smooth as my sword’s handle the first time I picked it up! I did not even sense when my wings folded around you, accepting you as part of me, mine to protect… I am yours, too, anima .”

Forget sleeping. “The mating what now?” Was my gargoyle getting funny ideas about us after this unforgettable experience, like us being married or something?

“Mate bond, little blessing,” he said, giving me a quick kiss. “The bond linking us for life and beyond. We are a mated couple now.”