Hecate's Spell (Monsters and Gargoyles #7) - Lacey Carter Andersen Page 0,2

I start to stroke his hard cock. Andros always wants to go slow for me. He always wants to make it special. I always promise him one day he will be able to, but for now we just need to steal pleasure any chance we get.

I wrap my arms around him and pull myself up his long body, then wrap my legs around his waist.

“Hecate,” he whispers my name, the word surprised.

I kiss him again, then reach between us and angle him so he can slide into me. He stiffens as I work him in my folds, making myself wet, building my desire. His arms hold me tightly, and he moves those extraordinary lips of his down my throat, sucking all the places that get me going. He even gently catches my earlobe with his teeth, and it’s like I’m humming with pleasure.

Then, I position him again and slowly start to sink him inside of me. The head of his cock is tight inside my channel, but also perfect in every way. My eyes close, and I keep going until I reach his hilt, and then we both stop, panting.

“You’re not ready,” he whispers. “I should--”

I pull out, then slam back down on top of him. His words are cut off as he chokes on them. Then, I begin to fuck him hard, and seconds later he responds, giving it right back to me the way I like. This moment is perfect. We aren’t prisoners. We aren’t miserable and alone. We’re just two people in love doing something that two people in love do.

Leaning back in his arms, I work myself harder and harder against him until I orgasm. My entire body spasms, and I have to bite down until I taste blood to keep from crying out. I just explode into a thousand pieces of light, and in that moment, I feel happy.

Andros comes as I’m still riding the waves of my orgasm. His hot seed flows inside of me and his muscles are tense, but otherwise he doesn’t make a sound until he’s finished. And then he presses kisses on my hair, murmuring my name so softly that it might be just the rush of his breath.

After a few minutes of holding each other, I release my hold around his waist, letting my legs drop to the ground as his cock comes out of me. We kiss a few more times, and then he says, “I don’t care what he does to me, I won’t hurt you.”

“I know,” I whisper, stroking his dark hair.

His pale eyes lock onto me once more, and his silent words of “I love you” are there in his face.

“I know,” I say again.

He kisses me one last time, lets me go, and fixes his clothes. As he turns to go, he holds up his finger to tell me one minute. He’s gone for less than that, then reappears. He’s carrying a long shirt that’s torn, dusty, and stained, but my heart aches at the sight of actual clothes.

I smile at him as I pull it on, and I feel strangely more human when the fabric falls over me, covering most of my body, other than where it’s ripped.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

He kisses me again, then vanishes out the door, and I hear the key locking it up tight again.

After that, I listen for a long time to be sure that he’s gone. And with each second that passes, my stomach sinks more and more. At last, when I’m sure he’s left the prison, I go to the corner and find the whip I’d made out of roots. Then, pulling the shirt down, I crack the whip across my back, biting down to keep from screaming. I do it over and over again, until I’m sure Hades will be satisfied, then I stagger to the corner and hide the whip beneath the sad pile of straw that’s more like a few scattered pieces.

Then I collapse onto the floor and wait for one of the skeleton guards to come by and see my injuries. They’ll report back to Hades that Andros hurt me, like he was supposed to, and hopefully by the time my gargoyle returns, the injuries will be gone. I’ll protect him the only way I can.

Closing my eyes, I feel tears rolling down my cheeks.

This is my eternity.

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Andros

Outside her cell, I stagger as far down the dark hallway as I can. Far enough that I know she won’t hear me. And then