"Soon, petite." To Aldara's immense frustration, Marc shifted off her, switching his mouth to her other breast and bringing one hand up to cup her mound. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Don't care."
"But I do." He slid two fingers back into her dripping p***y then slowly, carefully added a third.
It hurt. She felt a sting as her tender flesh gave then the pain was gone. He held his hand still for a moment, waiting until she started squirming against his fingers.
"More."
"No pain?"
"No." She wouldn't have admitted it if there was. A small hurt was nothing compared to the ache of wanting him to make her fully his.
"There's no risk," he informed her seriously. "Gargoyles are only fertile with other gargoyles so we've no need of contraception. And I imagine you're immune to human disease."
