Page 23 of My Fated Minotaur Hero

Oh boy.

“You know we monsters watch your tv. I know of your world...” He continues to kiss at my sensitive flesh.

“Oh?”

“Yes, you speak of the mechanical bull. I am beginning to understand the allure of being mounted as well ...”

I feel my face flame, but I can't help giggling. "Oh gosh golly."

“Oh gosh golly!” I really said that?

But if it sounds as cringe to him as it does to me, he doesn’t let on.

I feel a wetness flush through my pussy.

He reaches out, cupping my face in his hand. I lean into his touch, my heart racing.

"Olivia ... Liv," he murmurs. "Can I kiss you?"

In answer, I stretch up on my tiptoes, pressing my lips to his. The kiss is soft at first, tentative. I am not sure what I had imagined, but it is not much different than the few kisses I have shared with men in the past.

Let’s face it. With boys.

But Kalen is no boy. And he is most definitely more than a man.

A lot more. As a matter of fact, I can see exactly how much more as our passion builds.

His pants look like they may rip open at any moment.

The tentative stage of our kiss is rapidly giving way to the full weight of the desire we have both been fighting from the moment we laid eyes on each other.

As we cling to each other in our passionate kiss, I can now physically feel his desire and need as he pulls me against his rock-hard flesh.

When we finally break apart, we're both breathless.

"Wow," I manage.

Kalen grins. "Yeah. Wow."

As he pulls me close and then literally lifts me into his arms, I have a fleeting thought that I should probably make another list.

Pros and cons of falling for a minotaur.

But for once in my life, I decide maybe it’s time to live dangerously.

Like minotaur-fucking dangerously.

Screw the list.

As Kalen's lips meet mine again, a fresh rush of desire floods through me. I am already shimmying out of the oversized shirt as he carries me to the bed. Every nerve ending is alive and tingling with anticipation. His kisses continue, but what started as a soft and gentle exploration, is quickly deepening into a passionate dance of tongues and desire.

Jeezus, my body is practically on fire.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting to feel the warmth of his muscular body against mine.

He sets me down on the bed and joins me there. His hands roam my back as he practically rips the oversized shirt the rest of the way off.

As a matter of fact, it does rip.

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