Stone-Cold Lover by Mel Teshco

forward. His hands spanned her waist and, as he carefully lowered her onto the ground, his wings snapped wide then curled around her in a makeshift blanket.
    His cock twitched, impossibly harder as her legs fell open with invitation, her glistening cunt wet just for him.
    He moved over her slowly, relishing every inch of her silken skin—her thighs, her taut belly, the round globes of her breasts with their nipples puckering against his chest. Resting his weight on one extended forearm, he palmed the mound of her pussy, opened her secret folds and dipped one finger deep inside.
    She moaned and squirmed underneath him, her thighs opening wider still when he pressed deeper inside, his thumb rolling the nub of her clit.
    Her back arched and he felt her pussy tighten. God, she was so wet, so slick, already on the precipice of orgasm. It was almost enough to send him over the edge as well.
    Her eyes became heavy-lidded, glazed with lust and something much more intimate. She bared her body for him, made him hard and eager. But it was the unveiling of her soul, her feelings laid out for him like a sacrificial lamb, that thickened his cock with desire and made his heart thump with anguish.
    Sweet mother of mercy! He looked like a monster—was he acting like one too?
    In one abrupt motion he jolted to his feet, his wings bringing her right along with him. And as the curves of her delicious body stamped along his, he had to force himself not to touch her all over. Not yet.
    “Is being with me, fucking me—a gargoyle—really what you want?” he growled.
    Her brow creased. “Yes. Of course. Why would you even need to ask?”
    “You put your trust in me. That’s an honor I cannot abuse twice.” His knuckles cracked as his hands fisted at his sides. Shit. He was screwing this up. Big time. He really had to work on his deep-and- meaningfuls .
    Her face paled. Her eyes shimmered. When his wings slapped open to release her and she stumbled backward, it was pure reflex for him to reach out, keeping her steady until she regained her balance.
    She shook her head. “Don’t let go. Not now.” She took a step toward him and her jutting nipples swiped his chest with every agitated breath. “Don’t you ever let me go again! ”
    She raised her chin, awaiting his response. Except all speech seemed to have dispersed somewhere inside his throat as a flood of emotion caught him unawares, inundating his senses and filling his heart with unattainable longing.
    “Cray!”
    He refocused on the fiery, passionate woman before him. God, he adored her. “You know I can’t promise you that.”
    She heaved a breath but didn’t retreat. Quite the contrary. “Just…fuck me. Please. ”
    He felt the corners of his mouth lift. Hot damn, she was sexy. And so very proud, wearing nothing more than her high heels. She tilted her hips with deliberate provocation and his dick jolted at the sensation of her belly scraping the head.
    He placed a hand at one side of her temple, strands of her soft hair slipping between his fingers as she leaned into his clasp. Even now, she was so trusting, so warm. His other hand slipped down the length of her spine, cupping the rounded curves of her ass. “I’d love to.”
    Never would he have thought he’d say the word “love” in quite this context. Still, he wasn’t about to complain.
    She wound her hands around his neck and their mouths came together, their lips meshing, tasting, their tongues entwining. He kept right on kissing as he moved forward, pressing her back until the glass panel of the pool fence forced them to a halt.
    She pulled her mouth from his and grinned up at him, shamelessly aroused. “ Mmm …caught between a cock and a hard place. I like it.”
    Grasping her ass cheeks, he hoisted her higher. She yelped then sighed a little before wrapping her legs around his hips, the slit of her pussy skimming the tip of his cock. He rotated his pelvis, his cock fondling her tender cunt, nudging the