Page 20 of Horns for the Holidays

I toyed with a length of soft silk rope, running the smooth fabric through my fingers. “Maybe...”

In two long strides, he was beside the bed. He took the rope from my hands, eyes never leaving mine.

I nodded, pulse racing as he gently wrapped my wrists. The silk was cool and smooth against my skin. With deliberate care, he secured me to a hook on the headboard.

The sound of rustling fabric filled the air as Kotos stripped. My breath caught at the sight of him. The proud horns. The defined muscles of his chest and abs. The trail of dark hair leading down to his massive cock, already rock hard.

He was all mine.

“You look absolutely perfect like this,” he growled, climbing onto the bed. Eyes darting over my body, he slowly stroked his cock. “Spread out on my bed, waiting for me to fuck you.”

I licked my lips, my arousal growing with each stroke. “Then what are you waiting for?”

“Not a damn thing.”

Kotos reached into the gift basket, pulling out a small vibrator. He trailed it down my body, over the swell of my breasts and down my stomach, before pressing it against my clit through my panties.

I cried out at the sudden stimulation, my hips bucking involuntarily. Kotos chuckled darkly, increasing the intensity of the vibrations.

“That’s it,” Kotos purred. “Let me hear you, Laramie. I want to know exactly how good I make you feel.”

The combination of the vibrations and Kotos’ heated gaze had me trembling on the edge embarrassingly quickly. Just as I felt myself about to tumble over that precipice, Kotos pulledthe toy away. I whined at the loss, only to yelp in surprise as he suddenly ripped my panties clean off.

“Hey!” I protested weakly. “I liked those.”

Kotos’ answering growl sent shivers racing down my spine. “I’ll buy you a new pair for every day of the year. And I’ll rip those off, too.”

The possessiveness in his voice sent a bolt of need straight to my core. Combined with the heat in his eyes as he gazed at me, spread out on the bed and at his mercy... I’d never wanted anyone more.

He wanted me. No, more than that, he craved me. Desired me. Needed me like he needed oxygen. This wasn’t sweet talking. This wasn’t empty promises broken in betrayal.

Fate plucked me out of the crowd and brought me here. Brought me to him.

To my... mate.

Kotos settled between my thighs, his enormous cock teasing my entrance. He rocked his hips, coating himself in my wetness. I squirmed against him, desperate for more friction. More sensation.

“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked, voice strained with the effort of holding back.

With agonizing slowness, Kotos eased into me. I moaned as he stretched me wide. He was so much bigger than anyone I’d been with before, filling me better than I ever imagined possible.

“Breathe,” he soothed. He pressed the vibrator to my clit, and I cried out at the dual sensation. “That’s it. Let me in.”

Inch by torturous inch, my body yielded to him. By the time he bottomed out, I felt deliciously full. Kotos leaned forward, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss. The movement drove him even deeper, stealing the breath from my lungs.

“You feel incredible,” Kotos rasped, pressing his forehead to mine. “So tight. So perfect.”

Slowly, he began to move. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure rippling through me. The coil of tension low in my belly grew tighter with each passing second.

“Kotos,” I gasped as he picked up speed. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

He grunted, pushing my thighs wider apart to allow for a deeper angle. I tugged against the restraints, longing to rake my nails down his back, to sink my teeth into his shoulder. To feel every flex of muscle as he drove into me again and again.

“Look at you,” he snarled. His eyes burned with possessive fire as he surveyed me laid out beneath him. “You were made to take this cock, weren’t you? So fucking gorgeous stretched around me.”

With each wicked word, the heat in my core threatened to burn me alive.

The vibrator buzzed relentlessly against my clit as Kotos pounded into me. I was vaguely aware of the sounds spilling from my lips—desperate, needy cries begging for more. My whole world narrowed to the minotaur above me and the sweet pressure coiling tighter with every thrust.

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