Page 24 of Never Been Gargoyled (Harmony Glen #4)

“Well,” she traced her fingers up my side with deliberate slowness, “maybe I don't want gentle. Maybe I want you to lose control. I want to see what you look like when you stop thinking.”

I slid deeper and that amazing, overwhelming sensation intensified. Another inch, pausing when she tensed, became an exercise in patience that tested every limit I had.

“Breathe for me,” I whispered. “Don't hold your breath. Let it out.”

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she exhaled slowly. Her whole body relaxed and softened. When her hips rocked forward, I took that as the invitation I needed. I pushed in the rest of the way until I was completely buried inside her. We both groaned, the sound echoing through the room.

Time did something weird. Stopped or compressed or stretched. It was impossible to tell. There was only my heartbeat pounding in my ears, slick heat wrapped around me perfectly, and her whispered “oh my god” against my mouth when our lips met.

“You okay?” My voice came out unsteady.

“Better than okay.” She nodded, and her hair rustled against the pillow. “So much better. Move, please move.”

I drew back and slid in again carefully. Her whole body shuddered beneath me. Her legs tightened, pulling me closer like any space between us was unacceptable.

She moaned. “Why does it feel so ridiculously good?”

“Because I memorized what makes you fall apart.” I grinned against her ear. “I did my research very thoroughly.”

Laughter shook her whole body. “You researched sex? What did you do, take notes?”

“Very detailed ones. I made charts and everything. Color-coded for efficiency.”

She burst into laughter and covered her face with both hands. I kissed her knuckles until she peeked at me again.

“Okay,” she said. “Make me forget how language works.”

I started to move for real then, beginning slowly because I wanted her to feel every single sensation. Watching her melt around me over and over until her own name became foreign felt like a worthy goal.

Her hands skimmed down my sides, her nails dragging enough to make shivers coil up my spine. I increased my pace.

“Harder,” she said. “Please, I need more.”

I gave her what she wanted, gradually shedding the iron control I'd been maintaining. Her head fell back, her mouth opening as the rhythm changed and deepened. Moving together felt like something we'd practiced over lifetimes.

I couldn't stop touching her. Even when I got lost in the building rhythm, even when her hands lost coordination and clawed at my shoulders, contact remained essential.

One hand stayed positioned on her hip to maintain perfect angles, but the other moved constantly.

Her side, her back, pulling her leg higher around my ribs.

Touching her wasn't even a choice anymore.

My tail found its way between us, locating her clit with ease. Her cry of surprised pleasure made me repeat the motion. I settled into a rhythm that made her arch and writhe, and it felt like I was discovering fire.

When she clenched around me on a particularly deep stroke, my groan ripped out. “You're going to be the death of me.”

“Good,” she said, her grin never dimming. “Die happy inside me.”

“You're about to get everything you want and more,” I growled.

“Not nearly close enough,” she said with a broken wheezy laugh and an upward buck that nearly ended everything prematurely.

Her boldness almost completely undid every shred of my remaining control. If she'd asked for anything in that moment, I would have broken bones trying to provide it. Instead, she begged for harder and faster, and I gave her both.

The sounds of us filled the room, our bodies moving together, helpless gasps and desperate moans. Her name sounded completely wrecked when I spoke it. Everything blended into a rhythm that I could follow forever. She had no filters left, no holding back, only heat and absolute trust.

I couldn't look away from her.

“Dazy,” her name came out strangled. “You feel incredible.”

“Don't stop.” Every syllable was ragged with determination. “I'm so close. Almost there.”

Her thighs locked tighter around me while her arms pulled me down.

I used every bit of leverage she gave me.

My strokes became slower but deeper, more focused.

Everything centered on the way her breath hitched in exactly the same spot every time, her voice getting higher and more desperate with each pass.

I found her hand and tangled our fingers together, pinning it beside her head.

“Come for me,” I whispered against her mouth. “Let go. I've got you.”

My tail moved faster, and she shattered.

Her whole body jolted upward in a full-body lightning strike that started at her toes and tore through every nerve ending.

She sobbed my name while falling apart so sweetly that I forgot how to breathe.

Everything in me wanted to follow right away, but helping her through it took priority.

I kept moving steadily, kissing her face while she shook and clung.

When her body finally stilled, her eyes opened slowly and looked completely dazed. That was my permission. The orgasm hit me like getting struck by fire, every muscle locking as I poured myself into her body.

I finally slowed to a stop, bracing my weight carefully while my cock continued twitching inside her.

She stared back at me like the laws of physics had been rewritten, and I couldn’t love her more than I did right now.

I had to kiss her. Her cheeks, her eyelids, her forehead, anywhere my lips could reach. “You okay? Still with me?”

“Your research methods were extremely thorough,” she mumbled, her words slurred with satisfaction.

“What?”

“I lost all language capabilities around thrust number seven. Very impressive data collection.”

Pride surged inside me so fast and fierce I couldn’t help but laugh, a big, happy sound that felt rusty from disuse but completely genuine.

“I love you,” I said before I could stop myself.

Complete stillness followed, but fear didn't come with it .

Her fingers traced along my jaw. “Good thing. Because I love you too.”

We stared at each other for a long moment.

Then a crooked smile broke across her face like sunrise. “Round two?”

I didn't need words to answer. My hips moved, she gasped, and everything began again. Slower this time, lazier, with love tempering the desperate heat.

I didn't need to worry about breaking her.

She was already mine.