Stone Passions Trilogy (29 page)

“I think you love your family a great deal and that they love you just as much,” he murmured. Looking down at her, he brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, letting his warm fingers rest on her jaw. “And I think they are all wonderful.”

She smiled up at him, pleasure at his words vibrant in her face. “I’m glad you like them, it means a lot to me.”

“I know,” he said softly, a hint of melancholy once more in his voice. When she looked at him, he was silently staring out into the night and watching the snow fall once more.

Oddly nervous, Melanie fidgeted, letting her fingers play with the shirt that Vaughn still wore. It must be difficult for him, to be born a creature of the night and to live his entire life that way, and then suddenly be given the gift of daylight. No wonder why he was so quiet and contemplative – it was a lot to deal with. Not to mention giving up his life as a gargoyle! And here she was, trying to figure out a way to lure him back to her bedroom so that she could have her wicked way with him!

“I just wanted to see if you needed anything before I went to sleep,” she mumbled.

His arms came around her and he held her to his chest, hugging her as if the world was ending and he didn’t want to see her go. “I just need you.”

Letting out the breath she had been holding, she wrapped her arms around his waist, returning the hug with all that she was worth. Finding her confidence, she whispered, “Actually, I wanted to know if you would, um, maybe want to sleep with me in my bed?”

“Wouldn’t that be risky with your parents so close?” he asked, his voice rough with arousal, his erection pressing against her stomach.

“Yeah, but that kind of adds to the excitement factor,” she admitted, shivering at the thought of making love with him in her childhood bed. Her panties were already damp and if he stalled any longer, she was going to be pushing him down onto his bed to have her way with him.

“Lead the way,” he growled, holding his arm out towards the door and smiling down at her.

Tentatively, she took the first step, unsure her legs were going to support her. When she didn’t collapse into a heap of boneless goo, she quickened her pace, taking his hand in hers and making sure the hall was clear once again. As they quietly raced towards her room, she had the insane urge to laugh out loud; the joy sparkling up in her was almost uncontainable.

Sensing her imminent loss of control, Vaughn skimmed his arms around her waist and hauled her back into his body, covering her mouth with his large, warm palm. His breath was hot as he whispered in her ear, “You’ve got to be quiet – I don’t want to give your father a reason to castrate me.”

“I’d never let that happen,” she vowed, wetting the curve of his palm with her tongue and squirming at the low groan Vaughn made behind her. As soon as they were in her room, he turned her around in his arms, forced her up against her bedroom door and covered her lips with his, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Her hands went to his head, her fingers tangling in his golden hair, holding him to her. She had purposefully left the dim nightstand light on so she could enjoy the visual feast that was Vaughn. Indeed, it was enough to cast a warm light over his skin, but not too much to be noticed from the hallway.

“Good because I can’t get enough of you,” he panted, sliding his hand underneath her shirt and pushing it up and over her breasts. He bent his head and captured a nipple with his teeth, tugging almost painfully before smoothing it with his tongue. Her fingers convulsed in his hair and she could feel him smile against her breast moments before he sucked her nipple into the depth of his mouth. Sensation raced from her breast to her thighs and she knew she wasn’t going to last much longer.

Tearing her shirt from her body, Vaughn returned to suckling her breasts, almost determined to make her come merely from stimulating her nipples. “Tell me what you want, Melanie.”

She was incapable of speech as every inch of her vibrated with sensation, as Vaughn’s scent filled her head, as his hands glided over her body, as her breathing became ragged and harsh. Electricity was humming under her skin, pulsating low in her gut and throughout her body. She wanted him naked and buried balls deep inside of her. With trembling hands, she reached between their bodies and jerkily began to unfasten his pants. “Naked.”

With a soft chuckle, he stepped away from her and shed his clothes, holding her gaze as he removed each item. Movement was impossible and so she remained plastered to the door, the only thing that held her up as she watched him strip. She was torn between watching the masculine flesh as it was exposed and staring into his beautiful, golden eyes. By the time he was naked, she was breathless, more than ready to be fucked.

“Do you want to go fast or slow?” he asked huskily as he stepped against her body. Heat came off of him in waves, pouring into her and liquefying her innards.

“Fast,” she managed, her thoughts sluggish and her tongue thick. Her whole body was pulsating and she was desperate to feel him in her. No sooner had the word past her lips then he was spinning her around, tugging her pajama bottoms and panties halfway down her legs. He slid one hand over her mound, pulling her ass flush against his body, and she arched her back to give him easier access.  Her upper body and cheek were pressed against the door as the tip of his cock nudged the outer lips of her sex and she was shaking with almost painful desire and need.

His breath wrapped itself around her as he whispered in her ear, “Is this what you want?”

She made some sort of sound and felt his other hand move between their bodies, guiding his cock into her. There was no hesitation on his part and as soon as the tip of his penis breached her entrance, he thrust fast and hard, planting himself deep within her body. Her eyes squeezed shut as his fingers curled into her hips, holding her steady as he set a punishing pace.

Explosions were detonating all along her spine, her womb, her belly, and she was losing her grip on her sanity and there was nothing she could hold onto. If Vaughn hadn’t had such a tight grip on her hips, she would have fallen as she came apart. A moment later he stiffened behind her and filled her with his hot fluids.

Afterwards, she sluggishly twisted around so she could face him, her bones too rubbery to do anything but lean against the door. She should have felt embarrassed or awkward – they barely made it past the doorway of her room before she became mindless with lust – but she just felt… good.

Slowly, he moved his hands up over her body, gliding over her smooth belly, her full breasts, her sensitive throat, until she stood before him naked from the knees up. Lovingly, he moved his fingers along her face, watching the movement with utter absorption. He traced along her brow, her nose, her lips. His fingers caressed her cheek, her jaw and his expression of absolute love would have melted her bones if she had any bones left.

His gaze met hers and she had to catch her breath – no one had ever looked at her that way before, with passion and desire and love. Tears glistened in her eyes as he closed the distance between them and kissed her. This kiss was gentle, full of promise and adoration and it made the tears spill over.

“Don’t cry,” he whispered, brushing the tears away with his thumbs. “Shh, now, it’s all right.”

“I know,” she gasped, her fingers circling his wrists and holding his hands in place as she held herself up. “I know.”

“Then why are you crying?” he asked, perplexed.

“Because I love you,” she breathed through a watery smile. Sliding her hands up his arms, over his shoulders, she hugged him to her and whispered in his ear, “I just love you so much.”

Reverently, he lifted her up and carried her over to her bed, laying her in the middle of the frilly, pink mattress. Holding her eyes, he slowly finished removing her pajama bottoms, taking her panties as well so that she was laid bare before him. He straightened, taking a moment to drink the sight of her in. His still heavy cock stood straight out from the golden curls between his thighs but she no longer feared it because she had been made for him.

Parting her legs and holding out her arms, she invited him in. Leisurely, he settled his body between her thighs and resumed kissing her, soft, tender kisses that whispered his love. He explored her body with his hands, finding a nipple and giving it a light pinch, brushing a hand over the curve of her hip, sliding a finger into the warm, wet depths of her sex. He claimed her all over again with this slow seduction and she was too overwhelmed to do more than hold on to him else she get lost in the storm.

Kissing her, touching her, he eased his cock into the depths of her body, stretching her as he settled deep within her. He raised his upper body until her breasts just brushed his chest so he could gaze at her as he made love to her. With each slow thrust of his hips, his chest hair caressed her nipples. But it was the look in his eyes that made her catch her breath: he was looking at her in that way of his and she felt it to the depths of her soul.

He reached up and took one of her hands in each of his, twining their fingers together. Framing her face between his forearms, their hands rested next to her head and his face was right before her. There was nowhere else for her to look but then she didn’t want to look anywhere else. Everything she needed or wanted was all there in Vaughn’s eyes.

Their breaths came in unison as he moved within her, his hips rocking against her as she wrapped her legs around his thighs. His belly rubbed against hers as they made love and there was not one part of his front that was not touching hers. The only way they could have been closer was if she managed to crawl into his skin and live inside him.

Which was creepy if taken literally.

Vaughn’s lips curled into a slow, sexy smile as their bodies grew warmer and warmer. His skin was slick as it glided over hers and she reveled in the carnality and the intensity of their love making. She could feel strands of her hair clinging to her face, just as his hair was sticking to him, and she felt beautiful.

“Come with me,” he breathed, the spicy, minty breath washing over her face, combining with the heated scent of Vaughn. His voice rumbled through her body, making her tremble anew until she was drowning in Vaughn and her body was arching off the bed. Vaughn held her hips to his as he sank into her, again and again, faster and faster, until there was nothing in the entire world but Melanie and Vaughn.

Her cry was cut off as Vaughn covered her mouth with his, taking her cries into his body. He plunged into her a few more times, his hips jerking unevenly, until one final thrust and his entire body stiffened, and he came with a low groan. Gathering Melanie in his arms, he rolled to his side and rearranged their bodies and limbs, asserting, “You’re exhausted, love. Get some sleep.”

She giggled as if drunk and snuggled deeper into his embrace. His chest was pressed against her back, his cock tucked up against her butt and she was more than happy to remain that way all night. He was stroking his fingers through her hair and she was already half way asleep but without the heat of sex, she was starting to feel chilled. Shaking, she grumbled, “Cold.”

Tugging the blanket out from beneath them, managing to keep his body wrapped around her, Vaughn covered up their naked bodies. He pulled her closer, breathing in her rich, sweet scent and placing tender kisses along her hairline. He meant it when he told her he’d never get enough of her.

In all of his many years, he had never connected so completely with another person, either human or supernatural. He truly believed that Melanie had been created just for him but he just didn’t know how it was going to end. Her family was so important to her but he knew that he was, too, and he didn’t see how it could end well. Either way, she was going to end up hurt and he loathed the idea of causing her pain.

It probably would have been wiser to postpone the binding ritual for a few months, to explain how it worked and what it entailed. But when he had watched her fall from the balcony, knowing she was going to die, rational thought fled and he wanted to protect her with everything it was to be a gargoyle, and that meant giving her his nights. In a few weeks, three at the most, he would explain it to her.

It wasn’t like he had more than that before her decision had to be made.

Closing his eyes, he let his mind drift. It was strange sleeping at night when he had spent his entire life living in the dark. Honestly, as a gargoyle, even in human form, he didn’t require much sleep. They were guardians and it was their job to protect their charges so sleep was a luxury and rarely indulged. But, oh how he loved holding a warm, sleeping Melanie in his arms! It was something he would never grow tired of. 

When she did her little kitten snore, he smiled, enchanted by the sweet, little sound. For now, he wasn’t going to worry about the future, about what may or may not happen. Melanie was in his arms and that was all that mattered.  There was time to tell her about his world, later.