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O ur plans for after the tropical rain bath were sabotaged by something none of us had expected.

I fell asleep. Not him who had returned from battle and given me three orgasms in a row, but me.

My sleepless night of waiting for his return had finally caught up to me.

I remembered resting my head on Xaniban’s shoulder while he was carrying me toward the bed, then… nothing.

Thankfully, our plans were not ruined, simply postponed to dusk, when I was awoken with a kiss on my lips. My nether lips.

“What the–” I gasped as my clit got flicked. I threw the covers aside.

My gargoyle smiled languidly up at me from between my thighs. “Morning, anima . Or should I say, evening?”

I bit my lower lip to stop a moan from escaping at the sensual lick of his tongue. “You could have,” moan , “woken me up”, groan , “first.”

“You said you would never deny me the taste of your honey.” He pressed his soft blue lips to one inner thigh then the other. His eyes met mine. “And I woke up ravenous.”

Damn. He always knew the right thing to say to make me melt in his arms. And then there was the sight of him between my thighs. So incredibly erotic.

“Maybe… you should… ask for real food… Xan!” His name ended on a cry since his tongue began circling my clit.

If he kept going like this, I wasn’t going to last long.

“Or… do you plan to keep us here… starving until the feast… Yes!” His tongue was now inside me, and my hips bucked under the rush of sensations.

My hands gripped his hair. Good thing Xaniban had a firm hold on me with hands and tail.

“The feast is not tomorrow.” His hot breath over my throbbing nub made my back arch. “The real feast is right here, right now . ”

“Oh God!”

From there onward there was no talking anymore, unless it was to call out his name. I knew he liked that. I could tell by the way his tail twitched and his wings fluttered slightly, partially unfolded as they were.

But my attempt to please him like that while he was pleasuring me, kind of backfired. Just when my climax was within my grasp, his mouth moved away and I was told to call him by his real name.

“Xaniban?” My brain was too scrambled to solve riddles.

He blew over my clit punishingly. “My title, anima. ”

“My king?” I sounded disappointed as I said it. He hadn’t demanded titles until now, acting like a man free of the need to have his ego stroked.

His tail curled and uncurled in displeasure.

Did we really have to play Guess Who now?

His eyes bore into mine, accusing me of not remembering the correct answer.

And then it clicked.

Yesterday, I wouldn’t have called him that. Today, I felt ready to do it. And not because I was really desperate to come.

“ Animar . My animar ,” I said possessively, my gaze meeting his head on.

A growl came from the back of Xaniban’s throat. He gripped my ass cheeks and lifted my lower body off the bed, bringing my pussy to his lips like a man parched.

And drink from me he did.

This time when I came, it was with animar on my lips.

Afterward, he did order actual food. We had a feast on the chaise, with me straddling him. I fed him meat and cheese the way he had fed me mango a day ago: with fingers and lips. I enjoyed every second of it.

When we got to the ice cream– thank you , Samuin –Xan overtook the feeding part. The sneaky gargoyle made sure the majority of the spoonfuls were overflowing so there would be ice cream for him to eat, too. Off my chin, neck and breasts.

We needed a bath after that, he said, but what he did to me in the tub required yet another shower.

When we eventually returned to the bed and he still needed release, I remembered how good it had felt to be straddling him. So I did just that.

As I moved for both of us, I drank him in.

Sprawled on his back with his wings outstretched and his long hair spilled on the sheets, his whole body a blue perfection against the golden silk sheets.

From this angle, it felt like he was impossibly deep inside me, reaching a part of me that no one else had ever touched. And I knew that no one else ever would.

There would be no one else for me. Insane or not, I had fallen for a gargoyle, and in the span of two days, at that. I could no longer imagine my life without him.

He couldn’t stop touching me while I was leading us both to the explosive finale.

His hands and tail were everywhere, working me, stoking the fire in me higher and higher.

One hand tweaked a nipple, the other squeezed my ass, and the tip of his tail drew teasing lines down my back.

Then both his hands cupped my breasts and his tail urged me on with playful slaps.

And then his fingers dug into my hips and his tail pulled me down into a molten kiss…

Xaniban was driving me crazy with a sensual overload.

I reciprocated with a feathery stroke of his wings as I rode him. He pulsed inside me and his tail lost its grip around my waist, but this time my touch did not undo him.

Guess I would have to do a lot more exploring of his body in order to break that ironclad control of his again. Maybe I should try that move on his tail that the scroll described in detail? That would be an intriguing start of my little sensual experiment–

Xaniban shifted underneath me, changing the angle at which our bodies met. My movements faltered as I was hit by even more pleasure. He took over, thrusting upward into me with possessive growls.

I dug my fingers in his pecs and met him thrust for thrust.

The tip of his tail rubbed my clit.

I fell apart, and my release triggered Xaniban’s. He pulled me down onto his chest and enveloped me in his wings, every shudder of ecstasy shared between us. He held me to him with all he had, as if I were the most precious thing in his world.

I fell asleep to the warmth of his embrace and the strong beat of his heart.