Page 19 of Stolen by the Gargoyle (Gargoyles of the Underworld #1)

The words snapped something within Nazzar.

All the tension between us that had pulled taut like a rope suddenly severed and we could just…

let go. There was only the briefest second of relief, smoothing over his features, only the slightest lowering of his head where his forehead dipped and met the tops of my breasts.

And then his arms wrapped around my waist, caging me into the solid embrace of his arms. The floor disappeared from beneath my feet. My stomach swooped low, my entire body tingling as he took flight, rushing us towards the bed.

My back met the mattress, a perfect cushion that contrasted against the heavier weight of him coming down on my body. Long, black tresses of hair fell over his shoulders, curtaining our faces, dimming the brightness to shades of black, gray, and purple.

Inhaling the embers from a campfire had never felt this sweet. Every breath pulled fire into my lungs, torching the blood that flowed through my veins until I was too hot and too high, craving the whisper of his touch.

“Nazzar.” It was a groan of pure, raw need.

“Wife,” he whispered back. And that single word was like a puzzle clicking into place, the missing part of me finally settling and making me whole. “I should like to kiss you now and feast from your body.”

His chest glowed a purple light and a rumble went through him, vibrating over every inch of me.

“Then do it,” I dared. “Do it. Don’t make me–”

He bent and captured my lips with his own.

They were rough but warm, and they devoured .

His tongue pushed past the seam of my lips, the forked end tangling against mine in a dominant dance and a promise.

My moans were muffled behind the eagerness of his consumption.

The inexperience was obvious, lacking a certain finesse that was endearing and all-consuming at the same time.

I met him with a need of my own, racing to prove my own eagerness in each swipe of tongue and nip of teeth.

His sharp canines caught against the tip of my tongue, drawing blood that he sucked down, body jolting against my own, pushing me deeper into the mattress.

My arms lifted, wrapping around his neck.

I tried to pull him closer, but only managed to lift myself, arching under his body and mewling against his mouth.

I ground against every hard inch of him, searching for friction that I desperately needed.

Pleasure nipped at my heels, urging me to keep going, demanding so much more.

I angled myself just where the bulge of his cock was, hidden beneath that dark loincloth and rubbed.

Nazzar tore away from my mouth with a growl that shook the foundations of the entire house. It was animalistic and feral, and I relished the sound like music.

“My body aches for you, wife.” His words were guttural, like he was forcing them out from the depths of his chest. “My cock craves a taste.”

I lifted my hips, rubbing them against his cock again. “Then give it to me.” I released his neck to grab the base of his horns, using them like handlebars to lift myself and grind against him. “I want it all… husband .”

His nostrils flared at a word I knew he’d been desiring for a long time. To urge him along, I swiped my hands along the smooth ridges of his horns, pulling a whine from the depths of his soul.

He lifted himself up with one arm, and his other hand came between us to cup my cheek. Those black claws were dangerously close, but causing desire over fear. His thumb curved over my lips, and I pulled him into my mouth, biting his claw between my teeth.

A word rumbled from his throat in the language I couldn’t understand but sounded like praise and a curse wrapped tightly together.

His wings flapped behind him, pushing him away from me so my hands slipped from his horns, putting enough space between us so that, in a flash, his claws raked over my body, tearing at my clothing.

They ripped down the middle, shredded material parting to reveal my bare breasts and pussy for Nazzar’s gaze.

He growled, low and deep, and his arms flashed again, ripping every piece of cloth from my body, tearing the material like confetti, letting it fly around us in a rainbow of cotton.

I laughed, but then he was diving down low, his hair falling against the bare skin of my upper thighs, as his mouth latched onto my pussy.

I screamed as pleasure consumed me. He ate and sucked and sipped, the messy noises and my cries a soundtrack to the moment that only fueled the urgency between us.

He howled his pleasure against the lips of my pussy, sucking the folds into his mouth with borderline desperation, like he could consume me if he wanted to.

His nails gripped my sides, holding and lifting my hips against his mouth so he could reach deeper inside of me.

His forked tongue teased my insides, making me squirm and writhe against him, wanting the friction against my clit like a need.

Then something snaked around my ankle and I peered down through lids heavy with desire.

His thick tail wrapped around my leg like a sinuous and seductive snake.

It pulled my legs wide, a pinching bite of pain making me groan.

He released me slowly, keeping my legs pinned to the sides while the pointed end of his tail caressed my clit.

My entire body bowed at the sensation. He must have been learning me as he went along, because he did it again, the sharp point teasing, gentle with a promise of danger. The flat end slapped the sensitive nub, sending me careening into an orgasm that took the breath from my lungs.

My entire body convulsed in shock and inexplicable pleasure.

It rippled through me, a hurricane tearing a path of destruction through my body.

And when it settled enough for me to open my eyes, it was to find Nazzar sitting up and peering down at me.

His dark mouth glistened with my essence.

It slid down the corners, dripping down his chin.

Something about the lewd, filthy sight made my entire body heat up.

But Nazzar didn’t seem to care. His forked tongue slid from his mouth, lapping up the evidence of what he’d done to me.

“Look at you, wife.” His eyes flicked down to my pussy and he used his fingers to open me. “See how you glisten for your husband. See how she weeps for me.” His knuckle ran between the seam of my pussy lips, spreading me wide and pushing into me, only just promising to fill me.

I clamped down on the edge of his knuckle, whimpering at the lack of fullness. I needed him, my skin was on fire with need and he didn’t know it. My fingers tore at the sheets, crumpling them in my grip.

“Nazzar,” I begged. “Please, please…”

“I have waited my entire existence for you, wife,” he purred, pushing my legs wider. “And I mean to savor every moment.”

His hand lifted to his mouth. There was a flash of his gleaming teeth, and he snapped his claws off, blunting the tips of two of them, before they dove into me, pushing slowly into my channel.

I cried out as he slowly began to fill me, opening me wider, inserting himself deeper. His fingers made a scissoring motion that made my eyes cross and a curse slip from my lips.

Every touch pulsed a wanton beat through my system. I lay limp as Nazzar’s hands played my body like an instrument, eliciting cries and whimpers from me. He explored every inch, petting and playing, twisting my body to discover every intimate part of me.

His tail slid over the front of my body, slow and curling, like he was teasing my oversensitive flesh, igniting a new spark in me.

I watched as his tail curved around my breast, tugging and squeezing before the sharp end slashed across my nipple, the sting making me jolt, squeezing his fingers tighter inside my body.

“Nazzar!”

His tail pulled away and I cried out, my hands slapping out as if I would reach for it, bring it back to the place it had been, but my fingers closed around his horns instead.

He’d been torturing me for far too long and it only felt right that I reciprocate in kind.

I jerked his horns off, knowing just the type of pressure he liked on them.

He grunted, pushing himself into my rapid movements all while twisting his fingers deeper, harder, inside me.

When it felt like we’d teased each other enough, Nazzar’s fingers came out of me, and I found myself releasing his horns just as he came onto his knees, straddling me.

I gaped up at him.

Carved from perfection, his body was made of tones of black and grays, glowing with purple fire. Abs chiseled down his abdomen. His muscles bulged, every piece of him built like a fucking god above me. His wings flared wide, like he was displaying himself for me, preening, and I loved it.

“I am going to take you now,” he promised, fingers reaching for his loincloth and gripping it in his fist. “Do you have any objections?”

I swallowed past the nervous ball that suddenly formed at my throat and shook my head. “No,” I told him.

He ripped the loincloth from his body, tossing it off to the side, displaying every. Single. Fucking. Inch.

My mouth dropped open.

“Holy shit.”

He was massive. I mean, I’d expected him to be, given his size and giant muscles. But Nazzar’s cock was unlike anything I’d ever seen before.

It was cut in shades of black and gray like the rest of him was, seeming to have been carved from dark marble from the way it practically shone.

Flaming, glowing purple veins decorated the underside and the wet, purple-black tip.

It would have been similar to a human man’s cock except for the fat girth that I feared would split me in half.

That, and the ribbed texture of bumps around it.

It was an intimidating sight and my throat went dry as it bobbed.