Page 8 of Enchanted by the Gargoyle (The Crescent Coven #1)

Ezren

W incing, I get to my feet, using my wings as leverage, and dragging a lungful of air in. Tamsin is on her back as well, struggling to get on her elbows to lift herself off. Her hair is a mess, completely tangled in every direction.

“Did you see that?” Her voice is high with excitement. “It was like we were being pulled together like a magnet, I’ve never experienced anything like that before!”

We’re on our feet, and I start to help her brush her hair away from her face, but get distracted and start tracing her jaw.

“You were amazing, Tamsin. I knew you could do it,” I murmur.

She is so breathtakingly beautiful right now, the high flush in her cheeks, the light shining from her eyes, and I’m having a hard time not touching her.

But I notice her hands are on me as well, tracing over my arms, and in an instant, the energy between us shifts.

“Let’s get out of here.” Her voice is low and husky. She grabs my hand, urging me to step even closer to her. “Just close your eyes and take a deep breath.”

I do as she says, and by the time my breath is inhaled into my lungs, I feel the air shift, the noises from the forest surrounding us once more, and I open them to find myself standing behind Tamsin, my hand lightly on her shoulder, just like I remember before I appeared next to the node.

She turns around, grasping my hand, pulling me into her.

Our lips crash together, desperation pulling a low groan from me.

Her mouth is sweet, just like I remember and dreamed of, her tongue slipping over mine.

She suckles my lower lip, and I gasp at the sensation.

I’m stumbling over my feet as she’s pushing me up against a tree, her hands wandering down to the waistband of my jeans.

Her fingers are working the zipper, and without thinking, I jump back away from her.

“Tamsin, wait,” I choke out. Fuck, fuck! I have to tell her. There is no way around this; once we get going, she will realize just how clueless I am. What if she laughs at me or walks away? Or worse, scoffs.

Those bright eyes of hers are glazed over with need, the high flush of her cheeks, lips bruised and parted. A crease has formed between her brows, and I know she’s confused.

“What’s wrong? Ezren, talk to me.” She steps closer, winding her arms around me. “Whatever it is, it’s okay.”

My thudding heart makes it hard for me to hear her, and I can’t look directly at her when I say the words, so instead I look up at the trees and focus on the wind.

“Tamsin…I’ve never done anything with anyone before. I…don’t know what I’m doing.” The words tumble from me, but once I get started, it's easier. I look down into her face, bracing myself for the worst.

Instead, she’s smiling slightly, and just…listening. I forge ahead, words spilling out fast before she runs away. “I want you and I want to please you, but I’m clueless. I’m gonna need some help here, some guidance.”

She smooths her hands over my chest, a wicked grin spreading as she looks up at me through her thick eyelashes. “Oh, I can give you some guidance, Ezren. But let’s go somewhere more comfortable first.”

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The warm glow from the fire in the cabin sets the small room aglow.

I’m seated on the bed, Tamsin in the middle of the room.

First, her shirt comes off, revealing a deep blue satin bra that can barely contain her generous breasts.

Struggling to remain seated like she asked me to, my breath hitches in my throat as she reaches behind herself to unhook it, but she catches it just before it falls.

Stepping even closer to me, she nudges my knees apart.

“So, when you sucked my nipple earlier, that was the first time you had ever seen breasts, and the first time you had ever done that?” She says, as she brings my hand up to her throat, ghosting it over her skin, stopping just where the satin cup is barely holding her breast up.

“Yes,” I choke out. My throat has gone entirely dry, and my cock is pressing into the seam of my jeans, but I stay still.

“You were exceptionally good at that.”

“I was?”

“Yes. Do you want to suck on them again?” She lets her bra fall away, revealing the rosy buds, now stiffening from the cool air of the room.

I don’t answer, but flick my tongue on her left breast, watching her face.

Her throat bobs as she swallows, and just as I suckle, her mouth falls open, a moan escaping.

Circling her waist with my hands, I bring her closer to me, filling my mouth with her tender breast, flicking over her nipple until she pushes my head back, panting.

Stepping back from me, I release her waist. Undoing her jeans, she steps out of them and kicks away her shoes, revealing herself to me. Her waist nips in before flaring out into fleshy hips and strong thighs.

“You look like you want to devour me.” She groans. “Is that something you want to do?” Her fingers slide over her belly, down past her hips to the triangle of hair that starts between her luscious thighs. I am desperate to know what is there.

“Yes.” My throat is so tight I can barely make any sounds at this point, and I’m gripping the edge of the bed so tightly that the wood is splintering under my hands.

“Do you want to throw me on that bed and spread my legs open?” She’s parted her legs slightly, and a single finger slipped inside to where I can just see pink.

“Tamsin,” I warn. She is teasing me just like I imagined.

“Take your clothes off, I want to see you.” She commands, stepping back against the wall, her little hand still in between her legs, sliding her fingers up and down at a leisurely pace.

I want her to tear her hand away and see what is there, what is making her chest heave with every movement of her fingers.

But, I can’t waste time, so I rip off my jacket, toss my shirt aside, and slide my jeans off in two seconds. In a single stride, I’m pressing her into the wall, grasping, pulling her hand up and into my mouth, licking her fingers, groaning at the taste of her.

“Did you touch yourself when you went home that morning you found Beryl?” I growl.

“Yes.” She says, breathless, watching my tongue swirl over her fingers. “I closed my shop early and went upstairs. I took off all my clothes and imagined you were there.”

“You put your fingers down here, and thought of me?” My other hand has traveled to her pussy, sliding one finger to where her hand was, and finding it slick. Her hips jut forward, pushing my hand deeper.

“I put my fingers inside myself and tried to imagine it was your cock.”

I smirk at this, thinking of her small human fingers as my cock. “They are too small,” I murmur.

Bending down, I toss her over my shoulder and carry her to the bend, laying her down and kneeling between her legs. Her heavy-lidded eyes watch me closely as I bend down, curiosity making me not care that I must seem desperate to see what is hidden here.

Smoothing my hands down her supple thighs, I spread her before me, and see dusty rose shell-like lips, plump and slick.

I know instantly I want to taste her, to lathe my tongue over every inch of her and see what noises she will make.

I take a deep breath and hope I don’t make a fool out of myself.

I decide to suckle her like I did her breasts.

This makes her thighs quiver under my hands, and a sigh escapes.

I continue suckling around her pussy lips, almost in meditation.

My own heartbeat is slowing down, the thudding not so pronounced.

My tongue makes its way to the top, where she bucks her hips against me and gasps, clutching the sheets in both fists, her knees drawing up to clamp around my face.

What is this? Using my thumbs, I pull this hidden area up and see a small bud.

Curling my tongue around this, Tamsin moans deeply, pressing her hips into me.

Her body is writhing on the bed, this way and that, hands flailing as though she doesn’t know what to do with them, as I alternate pressure.

Slipping my tongue down further to find the area where my cock is supposed to go yields a discovery; she is so deliciously slick and wet at this opening.

Pushing my tongue inside, I want to see how far it can go, which causes Tamsin to sit up and spread her legs wider.

“Fuck, Ezren!” She pants, before flopping down on the bed, her back bowed out. My tongue is not going as deep as I want, so I scoop her ass into my hands, and lift her hips higher, pressing into a ridged area just inside. A deep guttural cry rips from her throat.

“Wait! Wait, slow down.” She pants, breasts heaving. “Put your thumb here, and then do that with your tongue.”

“The same time?” I scooch closer, freeing one hand and placing my thumb over the small bud. It doesn’t feel slick, so I lick the pad of my thumb before sliding it lightly in small circles. Tamsin melts into the bed, eyelids fluttering.

“Just like that, now your tongue, and don’t fucking stop, whatever you do.

” She hisses at me as I plunge my tongue deeply inside her.

“Don’t. Stop!” She screams, her thighs holding my head in place as I plunge my tongue into her again and again, pressing into that spot that is making her toes curl and entire body vibrate, as I continue to swirl my thumb over that special spot over and over until I feel the inside of her squeeze down on my tongue rhythmically.

Her whole body stiffens, holding onto me, sustained in one long scream.

I’m so glad I brought us to the abandoned cabin I keep for personal use that is deep in the woods, because I am pretty sure the entire forest can hear Tamsin’s screams of pleasure as she comes.

Just as suddenly as she started, she pushes my head away.

Anxiously, I peek at her face, making sure I did everything right.

Her body is limp, a fine sheen of sweat covering her luscious body.