Chapter 17

"Damien." Katie kissed the ridge of his spine, then moved her hands to his hips, forcing him to either fight her or turn. "I know it's too early to talk about this, but I fell in love with you last night. And the man I fell in love with just happens to be a gargoyle. I don't know much about what that means, but apparently this is part of it. I do know that under this thick gray skin, you're the same man who held me through the night."

"Gargoyles are part demon," he told her. "A curse of our race." But slowly, he did turn. And forced himself to look into her grass-green eyes.

"And you said it was bad!" She tsked and shook her head, still studying him carefully. He followed her gaze, knew she'd seen the horns that poked through his hair, the heavier brow ridge and protruding jaw. Fangs poked out from both upper and lower lips. "Goddess, Damien, you still have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen."

She picked up one long-clawed hand and laced the fingers through hers. Her milky white skin shone in stark relief to his mottled gray. She studied the claws and grinned. "I can see where we'll have to be a little careful during sex, but we'll figure it out. I know you'd never do anything to hurt me."

"Cherie - " He knew there was no way she really wanted him, but it was sweet of her to make him try to feel good.

"Damien, you can be such a fool. Does this feel like pity to you?" She must have been reading his mind because she took their linked hands and rubbed his knuckles through the curls between her thighs.

His knees went weak for a moment. She was wet. Damien groaned and dropped to his knees at her feet. He didn't know why, but if he didn't get a taste of that pussy in the next second, he was liable to cry. Cautious of his claws, he gripped her hips in his hands and widened her legs. Then he used his tongue, which was longer and more pointed in this shape. With exquisite slowness he licked his way along her slit, sliding his tongue through the wet swollen folds of her labia. She tasted like heaven, sweet and salty with the pungent flavor of rich fertile earth. The hint of his own semen from earlier made Damien's cock throb even harder.

"Yes." Her throaty cry was sweeter than a symphony. When her knees wobbled he nudged her back until they hit the side of the bed. She sat with her legs wide giving Damien plenty of room to kneel between them. He drew back to admire the sight of her auburn curls glistening, her plump pink flesh quivering for his touch. He folded his claws into his palms and used just his knuckles to trace the lines of her. Her wet, receptive sex, the wide feminine flair of her hips, the soft roundness of her belly, the heavy swell of her rose-tipped breasts. She was strong and fit, but not thin and Damien loved that fact. She was built like a fertility goddess and he could fuck her all night and maybe even all day without having to be afraid he'd break her in half. Her wavy auburn hair cascaded down her back to skim the green comforter completing and framing the picture of feminine beauty.

He licked her again, one long savoring slurp from asshole to clit. Thick cream coated his tongue, tantalized his senses. He circled her erect pearl, teasing gently, then slid deep between her folds to dip his tongue up inside her pussy. She was still tight, even a little swollen from all their earlier play and her vaginal muscles clenched down, drawing him deeper. He used the roughed tip to rub against her g-spot, drinking in the warm juices that flooded her as he licked.

He was so wrapped up in the beauty of Katie's pleasure that he forgot he wasn't supposed to use his hands. He didn't touch her with the claws, he wasn't that far gone, but he caught both nipples in the vee between the first two fingers on each of his hands. When he pinched them closed her hips bucked up off the bed and her legs came up over his shoulders.

"In me. Now." She was whimpering as she writhed beneath the onslaught of his tongue.

He pulled it out of her long enough to whisper. "Come for me first, ma belle." Then he pushed back inside, his nose rubbing against her clit while his tongue fucked her inner walls.

"No. Ah... Problem." She squeezed his back with her heels and lifted her shoulders so she could grab his head, holding his face tightly to her pussy. He flicked his tongue against the taut ring of muscle at the entrance to her womb and she came, shuddering in his arms and convulsing against his mouth. Slowly he licked and tickled until she was limp but still shivering with aftershocks.

"Now it's my turn, big guy." She tugged on his shoulders until he joined her on the bed. Then she pushed him down on his back and rolled to her knees. After one long wet sucking kiss on his lips, she began trailing her tongue and lips down his chest.

"You don't have to do this." He knew his cock was different now as well. Bigger and more roughly textured - it couldn't possibly be appealing.

"Do too," she growled, flicking her tongue across first one slate-gray nipple then the other. "I want to taste you so badly it hurts."

How could he fight that? Damien fell back against the mattress and let her have her way with him.

She smoothed her hands down his arms, lifting his hands to her lips. She placed a delicate kiss on each knuckle before deliberately kissing each half-inch curved claw. Then she turned her attention back to his torso and he gathered handfuls of her hair to play with as she traced the contours of his pecs and abs with her mouth, then swirled her tongue inside his navel.

"You still taste like you." She trailed kisses down his hip and legs, carefully avoiding his cock. "And you still smell of man and sex. Your skin feels like it should and you're still warm, even hot to the touch." Playfully she tickled his foot with her tongue. "Altogether, you're still the yummiest man I've ever seen."