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For a moment all I saw were his blue eyes glowing in the darkness. Then my night vision kicked in.
“I can see in the dark,” I said as I boldly looked him up and down.
His grin was wicked. “So can I.”
The burning sensation behind my eyes let me know they were glowing red. I smiled as I opened the front of my robe.
“Since you’re a gargoyle, I feel compelled to make a ‘hard’ joke of some kind,” I said, laughing.
He laughed as he crooked one long finger, beckoning me forward. In the blink of an eye I was on him, and pushed him back into the chair. I smiled as I slid out of my robe.
He watched me with a look of hunger in his eyes as I knelt at his feet and spread his legs wider. I thought of telling him that this was out of character for me, or making some other such excuse for my behavior. Then I remembered that I’m a grown woman and I don’t need an excuse for wanting to have sex with a man. Besides that, there were no physical consequences to worry about for me, not anymore. The undead cannot create life and cannot contract diseases. Not that I thought he had any.
I wrapped my fingers around his big cock, enjoying the look of pleasure on his face. While I stroked him gently I bent forward and started kissing my way up from his knee. By the time I kissed my way up his inner thigh he was hard enough to break concrete.
“Tris,” he pleaded. “I can’t take much of this.”
“What if I get off on hearing you beg for mercy?” I said playfully.
Whatever he was about to say turned into a moan instead when I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock. My lips stretched wide as I took more of his shaft into my mouth. I moved up and down, sucking him harder. Every time I moved up I swirled my tongue around the tip.
“Oh, God, please ... please,” he begged hoarsely.
I couldn’t resist his sexy plea. I moved slowly up his body, running my breasts over him from hips to chest before straddling his waist.
As I reached between our bodies and took him in my hand I said, “Damn, you’re hard.”
“I am a gargoyle,” he joked.
His laughter turned to a gasp as I began to slide down his length. Hugh put his hands on my waist and I began to roll my body against him, taking as much of him as possible.
I wanted to prolong the wonderful sensations spreading throughout my body, but like I said, it had been a long time for me. I kissed him deeply and when he opened his mouth to me I came. Hard. I felt the fire drain from my eyes, letting me know they had returned to their normal brown.
I moaned and whimpered incoherently and one of my fangs accidently pierced his lip. It was only a scratch, barely enough to draw blood.
“I’m sorry,” I panted.
“Don’t be. I liked it. Hold onto me.”
One minute I was looking into his piercing blue eyes, the next I was flat on my back on the living room floor.
“You’ve got moves,” I teased.
I could feel him smile against my lips as he kissed me. The taste of blood on his mouth was as intoxicating as the feel of his hard body, pressing me into the floor.
Wind howled through the chimney to my left as thunder galloped like a great horse across the sky. I ran my fingers through his dark, silken hair and moaned as he lowered his mouth to my breasts. His lips closed over one nipple and he bit down gently, causing me to hiss in response.
“Did it hurt?” he asked.
“Not even close,” I said provocatively.
He moved in a trail of kisses up my neck and I wrapped myself around him. The feel of soft stubble against my cheek let me know he hadn’t shaved today. I love facial hair, especially that day old scruffy look. It felt great against my skin.
His flesh seemed to burn against mine as he kissed me slowly. I arched my body against him, urging him to enter me again.
“How hard did you come?” he purred silkily.
“Hard.”
“Do you need some more?”
I felt the fire behind my eyes burn back to life as I said, “Give me what I need.”
Without further hesitation he thrust back into me. He cradled my head in his hands while he kissed me. He touched me with a passion I had not expected, but had often longed for.
Hugh pulled back from me slightly and I noticed his fangs had grown. Before tonight I wasn’t aware that gargoyles had fangs when they weren’t transformed. I wondered if they were triggered by his arousal. Either way, it turned me on.
He moved slowly, in and out, and the world around me seemed to fall away. He moved faster and I screamed, digging my nails into the rug beneath me. His labored breathing against my ear sent a thrill through me. The way he was grinding against me put just the right amount of pressure on my clit. I tried to make it last longer this time, but I couldn’t wait, it just felt too damn good.
Orgasm rocked my body and I clung to him as I came. I felt my fangs lengthening, brushing against my bottom lip as I cried out with release.
I felt his lips against my ear. “Can I come inside you?” he whispered.
That was one of the hottest things I could ever remember being asked. It wasn’t what he said, it was the way he said it and the rough sexy sound of his voice.
“Yes. Come in me.”
I felt his muscles tense with release as he panted softly. We stayed this way for a moment, and his breath against my ear made me shiver with delight.
When he finally pulled back from me, the raw emotion in his eyes caught me by surprise. But it was only there for a moment and quickly replaced with a questioning smile.
I realized he was looking at my fangs.