23. Angie

23

ANGIE

T uvid had the best mouth I'd ever kissed, and I'd locked lips with my share of guys. You'd think his fangs would get in the way, but they didn't. They grazed my lower lip in a sexy way, and that only made me go wild.

His mouth was warm and his lips just puffy enough to cushion mine. And when his tongue glided across my lips, I opened to him and tumbled back onto the couch, dragging him down on top of me.

He braced himself over me, his mouth devouring mine.

I felt treasured in a way I never had before, wrapped up in his arms and his wings and his big body resting on top of me.

His mouth left mine, and he kissed along my jawline to my neck, murmuring my name against my overheated skin. "You taste sweet. Like sunshine and a world of promises."

I arched my spine, pressing my chest against his .

His low laugh rang out. "Are you sure you want to do more than kiss? We haven't known each other long."

"Are you trying to talk me out of it? That's the opposite of what I'd expect from a guy."

"I'm not your average gargoyle."

"No, you're special. And yes, I do want more than kisses." I paused, frowning. "Maybe you're the one who doesn't want that? You put that rolled blanket between us last night."

"I intend to toss it onto the floor tonight."

"I'll take one end."

He growled. "I want to drown in your touch, your body, whatever you wish to give me. I want to take you to heights you've never found with anyone else, then bring you higher. I want to show you everything I feel and be with you while you come around my cock and on my mouth. I want to taste your joy and your sadness. I want to make you come undone from my touch alone, then sit back and bask in the wonder of the beauty I'll see on your face."

"Keep the sweet words up, and you're going to have to find me some tissues."

He tugged a bunch of them from his pocket and held them out. "I don't want to make you cry, but I do want to share what's in my heart."

If I was wise, I'd run from this—from him. Because he was right; it was sudden. Yet inexplicably perfect. How could I know this after only a few days?

When it felt right, it was. That was how.

He leaned closer, his mouth hovering over mine. "If you want to cry, go right ahead. You want to laugh? I'm fine with that as well. And if you want to scream, my name's Tuvid." His mouth curled into a crooked smile.

"Kiss me again, Tuvid. I need it."

And he did, his mouth slanting across mine with enough heat to spark an answering craving within me.

He dropped down on me, heavy but not too much, and his kiss deepened. He drank from me like he said he would, his fingers tracing up and down my side.

Shifting over, he found a place on the sofa without bumping me off, taking his weight away from me. This allowed him to touch, and oh, how he did. While his tongue teased across mine, he slid his fingertips beneath my shirt and under my bra, finding my nipple and rolling it.

Need streaked through my veins, and I pumped my hips up against his thigh resting between my legs. I was humping his leg, something that might've mortified me in the past, but instead, it just felt special, as special as my Tuvid.

A few gentle tugs, and I sent my shirt flying, followed by my bra.

He gaped down at me. Then his mouth was feverish on my breasts. His hand slid down across my belly and around to my ass. He cupped it, lifting it while I continued to jerk my hips up against his thigh. I was on a high named Tuvid, and nothing was going to drag me down.

My skirt joined my top, and I lay naked beneath him, fisting his shirt, whimpering because—damn him—he wasn't giving me enough dark blue skin to run my fingertips over .

He lifted his head, leaving my nipples wanting, and grinned. "You need something, tiny one?"

"Take off your clothing," I barked.

"Not a problem." His low laugh rang out. "I love how you respond to my touch. Don't ever stop."

"I won't as long as you don't."

Thank heaven for Velcro. A few hisses, and his shirt was gone. His pants took a bit more wrangling, but soon he lay next to me on my sofa wearing only a pair of cotton boxers. Boxers on a gargoyle with a tail jutting out the back. Who would've thought?

"Bed," I said, scrambling off the couch. I would've fallen on the floor if he hadn't scooped me up.

He used his wings for leverage and rose from the couch, striding into my bedroom, where he laid me reverently on my bed. He followed me down, caging me with his forearms along my shoulders and his hands on either side of my head.

The rolled-up blanket went flying.

His fingers wove into my hair, tugging gently, and his mouth found mine again, feverishly claiming me, taking everything I had to offer as if the world was going to explode in ten seconds and this was the last chance he had to kiss me.

He left my mouth, me whimpering and clinging to his hair, because I wanted more, but I was soon lost when he sucked on one of my nipples.

My ragged breathing echoed around us, and I held onto the short tips of his hair, tugging his head closer, desperate to be with him.

His fingertips traced down across my belly, and he nudged my thighs apart. He dragged his hand through my wetness and his groan ripped out, rumbling across the moist flesh of my breast. "Wet," he muttered. "Delicious. Wet." His fingertips slid inside me, and I went wild, bucking up against him.

"Let's make you feel good," he growled, diving back to my breast.

While his fingers stroked through my wetness, his thumb rubbed my clit.

Soon, I was lost, and I didn't care if I was ever found. As long as Tuvid didn't stop touching me, loving me, nothing else would ever matter. Every stroke of his tongue on my heated skin was a spark on dry tinder.

He kissed across my belly and when he crawled between my legs, he gave me the sweetest smile. "You don't mind that I have to taste you, do you? Because I've been craving your sweet pussy forever, and if I don't get to lick and suck on you, I don't know what I'm going to do."

Unable to come up with a coherent statement, not while his fingers continued to stroke between my legs, all I could do was sputter and nod.

"I thought you'd be alright with that," he said before his head dove down. He dragged his nose through my folds, groaning and snapping his fangs. Should I be embarrassed? I mean, he was deep within my most intimate area. I could be stinky down there. I was wet, and well, women never liked being wet in very many places.

Yet his pure pleasure in this, the way he kept groaning and sucking and the joyful sounds he made sent any embarrassment I might have scattering. How could I worry about things like that when it was clear he loved doing this for me?

And I adored when he did it.

He was shooting me all the way to the stars, and I was never coming back down. Nope, I'd soar through the heavens holding his hand, and I wouldn't care about how high he took me off the ground.

Soon, I'm too busy chasing the strokes of his tongue, the feel of his fingers gliding in and out of me to think about anything like stars and heights and whether or not he thought I smelled. I was jerking my hips up and moaning, and he was groaning from where he rested between my thighs.

His wings coiled around me, holding me, and the tips slid under my butt, tilting me up, presenting me as an offering to this glorious gargoyle.

He groaned and continued to suck on my clit, flicking his tongue across it, and if he kept doing that, I was going to explode. Come all over him. Shout out his name like he wanted.

Fall in love.

At this point, I didn't care if a herd of moose trooped through the room. Detective Carter stopped by for tea. Or someone stomped into the house and declared they'd found my kegs of stout. As long as Tuvid didn't stop licking and sucking me, I'd be the happiest girl alive.

He was devouring me as if he'd never need to eat anything else, and I relished it, drowned in the feelings washing over me one pulse after another.

Hot, blazing pleasure scorched through me, and I was lost in the feeling, my hips bucking up as I chased his fingers and tongue.

I crested.

Slid back.

Then rose once more.

Soon, he carried me over the side, and I cried out his name as my orgasm whipped through me.

A shaking wreck, I collapsed on my bed and shoved my hair off my face.

He looked up from where his fingers still slowly coiled and released inside me. "Let me know when you've come down enough, lovely mate, because I'm nowhere near done with your body."