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He stares at me as if he’s about to decide something that will change the whole freakin’ kingdom and not just a simple brush of his lips against mine. His deliberation drives my desire higher and I squirm on the marble, the torn silk swishing against the countertop and the hair covering Leander’s hide. I would fall off if his big body didn’t block the way. “As you wish,” he says and drops to his knees.
“What—” I don’t finish the question, can’t finish the thought. Leander spreads my thighs with his wide shoulders, his horns framing my breasts with the tips brushing against the silk covering my nipples. I gasp at the contact of hard bone against my sensitive flesh, the softness of his dark hair spilling over my pale skin, the immovable force that is my minotaur keeping me splayed for his pleasure. Then he licks the seam of my panties. With the roughness of his tongue as he laps one way, followed by slickness as he retraces the same path, I come undone.
“You’re drenched, little warrior. Is this for me?” His gaze seeks mine, dominating and demanding an answer as he stills.
I nod, unable to push words out over pleasure. The sight of him there, his face pressed against my core, his intimate and absolute claim on me—it steals my breath, my thoughts, my doubts.
He swirls his tongue over my clit, and I sob, my cry breaking on need.
“More.” I grip his horns to keep from tumbling back or so that I can watch him tease me with his tongue and teeth. Either might be true since logic fled this room with his first touch between my thighs.
“Open for me,” he demands.
I want to shout that my legs are spread wide around him, that I’m as vulnerable and exposed as I can be, that he needs to stop talking and get back to work, but he wraps his fingers around my ankles and tugs. My body flows like warm honey at his insistence, widening and straining until I’m entirely dependent on him to hold me. I’m on fire, and he’s stoking the flames instead of soothing them. “Please, I need you inside me.” Something to fill me, to stretch me until the ache blazes into orgasm.
His long black hair brushes my skin like the richest satin, while the short brown hairs covering his hide tease with their softness before biting with abrasive coarseness. “Not yet. Not today. You’re not ready.”
“Nooo.” I moan at the possibility that he might leave me a needy, thrashing mess. “Don’t tell me when—”
He chuckles and the vibration against my core has me panting. The friction of his hot mouth against the flimsy fabric covering my pussy? It’s too much.
I scoot in a desperate struggle to take off my panties while Leander pins me. The tiny part of my brain that remains rational knows it’s impossible and yet I wriggle, which only brings me flush with my minotaur’s mouth, his horns pricking my nipples. The sensations overwhelm and I give over, surrendering control.
“Better.” He mouths the word against my opening—the hollow ache—before sucking me into his wide mouth.
The cold marble against my bottom, Leander’s hot touch, the sounds of wet pleasure coming from both of us—I’m overrun with feeling. My vision goes hazy, a ribbon of colors rocketing through a night sky with nothing to tether it. I can’t let go, can’t get high enough, but can’t come down either. A rip of fabric and then the glorious slide of Leander’s tongue over my bare skin lets me know the panties didn’t survive this claiming that he called a mere kiss. The man’s marking me in a way that I can never hope to repeat unless it’s with him.
I rock against him, holding his horns as leverage. The harder I tug, the slower he feasts. It’s overload and yet never enough. Climbing so close to orgasm, I can almost reach it when he shifts the pressure, leaving me flailing before he finds a new way to tease me back up toward the pinnacle. The cool metal of his ring slides through my folds, and I scream as his tongue licks me from clit to puckered hole. Pleasure spikes and spirals, and I crest—
“No.” I groan as he changes angles yet again. How many ways can he torture me with only his mouth? He pulls the flat of his tongue over me again, and tears prick my hot eyes. “Please.” The word becomes my chant, my prayer, my benediction. I will worship him however he wants if he’ll just let me come.
“Please what?” His cool, calm tone infuriates me. How dare he not be flying into a bajillion pieces as I am?
“Ungh.” I fail at a more dignified answer. I’m not proud. I’m frantic, and talking takes too much brain power.
He hums against my thigh, his breath warm but the blow of air cool against my slick skin. “This?” Before I can smack him, he shoves that long, talented tongue of his into my center, and I see little pinpricks of stars. Then he’s gone again, and I want to kick him except I’m helpless to do so.
“Or maybe this?” He plunges two fingers deep inside me, crooking at the knuckles and working me like an instrument he has played a million times, yet can’t wait to discover a new quirk. Lust fires through me in waves.
“I can’t—” I choke out the last, unable to put words to how my pounding heart may explode if he continues this suffering.
“But you can, little warrior.” Sucking on my clit, he uses flat teeth to send pain and pleasure reeling through me. “When you’re ready, I’ll stretch you so tight, fill you so thoroughly, stuff you completely until this seems merely an afterthought of the sexual heights you can reach.”
“I’m… I’m ready.” I have no idea what I’m ready for, but I’ll take whatever he’s offering.
“You’re not, but you will be.” His rough order comes out all kingly command, and I melt against him, taking his fingers deeper. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“Yes.” I hiss the word.
“Say it.”
I can’t deny him, and why would I ever turn away such intoxicating power and bone-deep bliss? “I’m yours.” My words sound whisper soft in the infinitesimal space between us, but the weight of them rolls through the room like a thunderclap.
His gaze meets mine, serious and demanding. “Then I will be yours for all time.”
I barely process the solemn vow he makes against my inner thigh. As though a switch is flipped inside him, Leander goes from still and somber, a grave expression on his face despite his head being so close to my core, to a sensual onslaught.
I have nowhere to hide from him, no way to escape his touch, and not the slightest urge to do so. His long tongue fills me, his fingers pinching and circling, his thumb easing into my ass. My breasts bounce and the silk dress bunches at my stomach. I scream my way to climax, rapture pouring through me and out of me, overflowing and needing a place to go.
