Page 27 of Horns for the Holidays

“Mine,” he snarled, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His tongue, hot and rough, dragged along my skin. Tasting me. Claiming me.

I moaned, head falling back to give him better access. “Yours,” I agreed, my voice breathy and desperate. “All yours.”

One of his hands found my breast, kneading roughly through the fabric of my shirt. I arched into his touch, desperate for more. With a grunt of frustration, Kotos tore at my clothes. Buttons scattered across the stone floor as he ripped my blouse open.

“Kotos,” I gasped as he latched onto my newly exposed skin. His mouth was everywhere at once, licking and sucking and nipping. Marking me as his.

He ground his hips against me, his cock hot and hard against my stomach. I reached between us, wrapping my hand around his shaft. Kotos let out a strangled moan, his hips bucking into my grip. Fuck, I could barely get my fingers around him. The thought of taking all of him made me clench with need.

I gasped as he roughly shoved my skirt up around my hips. A gust of cool air kissed my skin before his hand returned to cup my pussy.

“Please,” I whimpered. “I need?—”

His response was a deep, rumbling growl that vibrated through my entire body. One large hand splayed across my stomach, holding me in place as the other tore my panties away with frightening ease.

I should have been terrified. Should have fought, screamed, done anything to stop this. But as his fingers ghosted over my exposed flesh, all I could think about was how desperately I wanted him to touch me.

Kotos’ nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, drinking in the scent of my arousal. A pleased rumble emanated from his chest. Without warning, he buried his face between my thighs.

I cried out at the first swipe of his tongue, my hips bucking against his mouth. He growled again, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. His tongue—longer and more dexterous than I remembered—lapped at my folds before plunging inside.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, fisting my hands in his hair. My nails scraped against the base of his horns, earning another growl that had me seeing stars.

He devoured me, alternating between fucking me with his tongue and sucking on my clit. I writhed beneath him, lost in a haze of pleasure. His name fell from my lips again and again, punctuated by gasps and moans.

Just as I teetered on the edge of orgasm, Kotos pulled back. I whined at the loss, only to gasp as he roughly flipped me onto my stomach. His massive hands gripped my hips, pulling me to the edge of the altar.

Kotos leaned over me, covering my body with his. His breath was hot against my ear as he growled, “Mine.”

Then he slammed home.

I screamed as he filled me, stretching me to my limits and beyond. Fuck, he was huge. It was too much. Not enough. Perfect.

Kotos didn’t give me time to adjust. He withdrew almost completely before slamming back in, setting a punishing pace that drove the air from my lungs. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, holding me in place as he pounded into me.

“Fuck,” I managed between ragged breaths. “Don’t stop. So good.”

He responded with a snarl, one hand fisting in my hair and yanking my head back. The new angle allowed him to drive even deeper, hitting spots inside me I didn’t know existed. Pleasure coiled tighter in my core with each brutal thrust.

My world narrowed to the feeling of him pounding into me, claiming me. The chamber filled with the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, punctuated by my cries and Kotos’ animalistic grunts.

I felt my orgasm building, a tidal wave of sensation threatening to sweep me away. “I’m close,” I gasped. “Kotos, I’m gonna?—”

Kotos’ pace became frantic, driving into me with a desperation that matched my own. One hand snaked around to rub furious circles against my clit as he pounded into me. Bliss bubbled right at the edge of awareness. I braced my hands against the altar, pushing back against him, seeking that elusive last bit I needed from him.

Hot breath fanned across my neck. His tongue traced the sensitive spot where shoulder met neck.

“Do it,” I heard myself say. “Make me yours.”

Kotos’ hips stuttered, his rhythm faltering for just a moment. Then he slammed into me one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his teeth sank into the junction of my neck and shoulder.

Pain and pleasure exploded through me in equal measure. I screamed, my body convulsing as the most intense orgasm of my life crashed over me. Kotos’ cock pulsed inside me, flooding me with his release even as his bite marked me as his.

Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me, each pulse of his cock setting off another aftershock. I lost all sense of time, drifting in the overwhelming sensations of being filled, claimed,completed.

I was his, and he was mine. Forever.

CHAPTER NINE

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