Page 27 of Guarded by the Gargoyle (Hidden Hollow #3)

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KAEL

I heard her coming down the stairs and turned to watch. My eyes widened and my breath caught in my throat when I saw her—Willow nearly took my breath with her beauty.

She was wearing a white robe that clung lovingly to her curves and the sharp points of her nipples were visible beneath the silky fabric. I loved how her heavy breasts and full hips shifted as she came down the stairs. She was so beautiful—a curvy goddess and I wanted to worship her in a way that befitted her glory. But I sensed that I needed to be careful. She had been recently hurt and abused by the male I had killed. She would need all the patience and gentleness I could give her.

I swore I wouldn’t fail her—that I would do my best to bring her pleasure.

“Mistress,” I murmured as our eyes met. My voice came out hoarse. “You’re so beautiful .”

She blushed, her pale cheeks going pink.

“Oh, thank you. The cottage picked this outfit out for me,” she said, gesturing to the short, silky robe. “I asked it for something nice to hang around the house in and this is what it came up with.”

“It has excellent taste,” I said. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She reminded me of one of the female angels I used to see in Heaven, so many millennia ago, before The Fall.

Miss Sassy, the cat, woke up at that point. She glanced at Willow and then at me before hopping off my lap. Giving the two of us a significant look over one furry shoulder, she went up the stairs, presumably to give us some privacy.

Willow barely noticed. She was already coming to sit beside me on the leather couch in front of the fire.

“I’m, uh, ready for you to heal me now. I mean, if you still want to,” she said softly, looking up at me.

I felt my heart clench in my chest. She was so heartbreakingly vulnerable yet she was baring herself to me.

“Mistress,” I said softly, “Of course I want to heal you.”

I brushed the silky waves of her long black hair out of the way to examine the finger-marks on her throat. Just seeing them made me angry all over again and I wished once more than I had given the human man who hurt her a slower and more agonizing death.

But I knew my anger served no purpose here. I didn’t want to take my demonic form and frighten Willow. Instead, I stroked the marks on her neck gently, assessing the damage.

She shivered under my light touch and I could smell the sweet heat of her feminine desire beginning to perfume the air. She wanted this—she wanted me —but I knew I needed to be careful. I wanted her to know I would never be rough with her—never hurt her or bruise or mark her the way her worthless ex-husband had done.

“May I heal you now, Mistress?” I asked, looking into her lovely green eyes.

“Yes,” she whispered. I could feel the pulse in her throat pounding against my fingertips. “Yes, please Kael—I want you to.”

Bending down, I placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss over one of the marks on the side of her neck. I felt her shiver under my touch, but she didn’t try to pull away. She pressed closer to me and gave a little moan as I kissed her again and then again, making sure to heal all of the marks.

I could tell by her reaction that this was a very sensitive area for her. For some women, their neck is an erogenous zone almost as pleasurable as their breasts and nipples. Willow seemed to be one of those—she moaned again as I switched to the other side of her neck.

I kissed her right under her ear and then continued kissing down the side of her neck and over to the hollow of her throat. She was healed by now, but I could feel her pleasure—(part of my bond with my Mistress was being attuned to both her pain and pleasure)—and I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to make her feel good—to make her moan my name. I was sure that she’d never gotten much enjoyment from her time with the abusive ex-husband I’d killed—I wanted to make up for all her bad experiences by giving her a good one.

At last, when she was nearly panting with need and her scent was extremely hot, I stopped and looked at her.

“Mistress,” I murmured. “May I kiss you someplace else?”

“Where…where do you want to kiss me?” she murmured breathlessly.

“Here.” I cupped one of her breasts through the white gown. Her robe had come untied and the thin slip-like garment beneath it was almost see-through. “And more specifically, here .” I thumbed the tight bud of her nipple, circling it lightly to tease her.

“ Ohhh…” Willow thrust out her breasts, pushing the one I was holding deeper into my hand. “Yes, please!” she begged softly. “Kiss me there, Kael.”

“With pleasure, Mistress.” I felt my shaft surge in the tight trousers I was wearing. I should have asked the cottage to provide me with something new to wear too—something less constricting, I thought. But for now, I just wanted to concentrate on Willow’s pleasure.

I barely had to tug on the white silk before the top of the little gown came sliding down her shoulders, baring her breasts. I sucked in a breath—she had some stretch marks but they only made her more beautiful to me. They made her human— real . I loved her full globes tipped with wide, dark nipples.

“Gorgeous…” I breathed and then I ducked my head to kiss her right peak.

Willow shifted on the couch and pressed forward, giving me permission to do more than kiss. As I sucked her nipple into my mouth, she threaded her fingers through my hair and pulled me closer.

I loved the feeling of her guiding me. I sucked her tight bud deep and hard and she arched her back and moaned. My shaft was aching . The salty-sweet taste of her skin was addictive and the soft little noises of need and desire she made when I sucked her and circled her nipple with my tongue made me feel like I might burst!

“Oh, Kael…” she moaned as I made my way to the other nipple and began to tease and suck it too. “Oh, that feels so good.”

Her words were exactly what I wanted to hear. It’s in my nature to serve—before I was a Protector of Women, I bowed before the Almighty. So I loved giving service in any way my Mistress needed it. Besides, I was attuned to her, so I felt her pleasure as my own.

I had heard human women complaining about human men being “selfish” in bed and only caring about their own pleasure. If only they had my gift—the ability to feel the desire and pleasure of the woman they were with—I doubted such selfishness would be a problem.

I took my time with Willow, switching back and forth, sucking and teasing her tight peaks until she was shifting on the couch and moaning continuously. Then I knew it was time.

“Mistress?” I said, letting her nipple slip from my lips. “You have another place that needs healing.”

“What…what do you mean?” she panted, looking up at me.

“I know your abuser hurt you someplace else.” I laid my hand on the top of her right thigh. “I can feel your pain,” I told her. “I know he hurt you here, too.”

“Oh…” She nibbled her lower lip and her eyes went wide. “Do you…would you really want to heal me there?”

“Of course I do,” I assured her. “I want to heal you anyplace you’re hurt.”

“But, well… I…I don’t have on any panties,” she confessed.

I couldn’t stop the growl of lust that came from my lips.

“Even better,” I told her. “There will be nothing to get in the way of healing you completely.”

Her cheeks were pink in the firelight but I could tell she wanted me to do it. The scent of her desire rose to meet me, acting on my like a drug. God, how I longed to taste her! But I knew I had to take things slowly. I would start by healing her.

I slid to the floor in front of the couch and placed my hands on her knees.

“Open for me, Mistress,” I urged her softly. “Open and let me heal you.”

“If…if you’re sure you want to.” As she spoke, she parted her thighs.

I had to bite back a groan at the sight that greeted me. Her soft little pussy was so beautiful…and so swollen with need. As she opened wider, I could see the way her outer lips were already parting on their own, giving me a glimpse of her plump clit already wet with her juices.

But before I could taste her, I had to heal the ugly bruise on her inner thigh.

“Wider, Mistress,” I urged her as I ducked between her legs. “I need to get to you.”

As I spoke, I helped ease her back against the couch cushions and opened her thighs more, so that her knees were almost resting on the couch. The move opened her pussy as well, showing me her soft pink interior, glistening with her honey.

It was all I could do not to taste her at once but I forced myself to pay attention to the bruise first. Bending low, I kissed the dark spot gently, sending my healing power through her to knit together the battered flesh.

It didn’t take long to heal—it was a simple injury—but I took my time, licking and sucking the same spot on her inner thigh for quite a while. Meanwhile, my cheek was brushing against her open pussy and Willow was shifting her hips restlessly. I knew she wanted me to taste her as much as I wanted to do it, but I had to get her permission first.

Looking up, I met her eyes. They were wide and dreamy in the firelight—and full of desire.

“Mistress,” I murmured, stroking her inner thighs. “It seems to me that you have another place that needs healing.”

“I…I do?” She frowned uncertainly.

“Yes, a place that’s aching to be healed. Lightly I traced her little pleasure button with a single fingertip.

“Oh!” Willow jumped and moaned. One thing about the female body that has always amazed me is how sensitive it is—how you can bring a woman such intense pleasure with such a light touch— if you know what you’re doing. And after centuries of serving women, I did.

“Do you see what I mean, Mistress?” I asked her. “I think you need healing here. What do you think?”

“I…I think you’re right,” she whispered.

“Then guide me,” I told her, my shaft throbbing with need as I looked into her eyes. “Show me where you want me to heal you the most.”

I didn’t have to ask her again. She reached for me, her fingers slipping into my hair. And then she was guiding me down to her sweetness.

This time I was certain my shaft was going to break through the fabric of my trousers. God, how I loved to be led by my Mistress! How I loved to bend to her will and service her with my tongue—to taste her sweet juices and feel the pleasure coursing through her as I worshiped her!

I gave her a soft kiss at first and then her fingers tightened in my hair, letting me know she needed more. I was more than willing to give it to her.

With a low groan, I tasted her fully, spreading her outer lips with my thumbs so I could slide my tongue into her pussy. Her flavor exploded in my mouth—hot and wet and salty-sweet as I caressed the tight little bud of her clit.

Willow moaned and bucked against my mouth, pulling me closer.

“More!” she moaned. “Oh Goddess, Kael— more… deeper .”

I knew at once what she needed. Carefully, I slid two fingers into the mouth of her pussy and felt her buck again as I filled her.

“Oh… oh!” she gasped. And then she was grinding against me, rubbing shamelessly against my mouth as she sought her pleasure.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. Wrapping my free arm around one of her thighs, I opened her even wider until she was spread like a feast before me. Then I sucked her clit into my mouth and I thrust my fingers in and out of her hungry little pussy.

I lost myself in her completely.