Page 17 of Starstruck with the Krampus

“Everything,” he admits.

His dark eyes glitter with gold, and I’m caught, unable to look away.

“Okay,” I whisper. “We can do that.”

He laughs, the spell broken. With a swift move, he rises to his full height, towering over me. Now that I’ve left my heels behind, I realize how much taller he really is, especially with those wicked horns jutting up from his head. I want to touch them again, but first, I want to seeallof him.

Fingers trembling with anticipation, I reach for his bow tie and tug on one end until it unravels. Dominic’s exhale is sharp, and his minty scent washes over me. He puts his hands on my hips and holds on while I focus on the buttons of his jacket. He lets me push the jacket off his shoulders, then shrugs it off and tosses it aside. His vest is next, and finally, his shirt. Every button I pop reveals more of his chest, radiating warmth. When he removes the shirt completely, I can’t help but stare.

His chest is lightly furred, the texture similar to that of his short beard, and the hair extends to his shoulders and back. But I’m more interested in the way the chest hair tapers down to a line that runs all the way to where his belly button must be, then dips under the waistband of his dress pants.

I can’t resist anymore. With a glance up to check in with him, I undo his leather belt, then shove the pants down his legs. They’re furred, too, ending in massive hooves, but my attention is pinned to his cock—because Dominic apparently doesn’t like underwear.

I bite my lip to keep myself from gasping out loud. I knew I would see his cock, and that it would likely be different than a human’s, but I didn’tknow. I couldn’t have.

“Gianna?” he murmurs, shifting his weight to kick his pants away.

I whip my gaze up to his face. “Huh?”

His lips twist in a wry smile. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah.”

I fight valiantly, knowing I shouldn’t stare, but I can’t help it. It’s just so… I gaze down at his hard cock, fascination gripping me again. It’s larger than a human’s. It’s different in shape, too, the shaft streaked with big veins, the head more conical in shape. But what draws my attention is a pair of platinum studs on the underside, piercing the skin.

“You can touch me,” Dominic says. “Explore all you want.”

I flash him a grin.Of coursehe wants me to touch his dick. Isn’t that what every man wants? But his expression is surprisingly earnest. I pause, studying him, and then it clicks.

“You still think I’m going to run?”

His throat bobs as he swallows. “I don’t want you to. I’m afraid I’m not completely in control anymore, and I might chase you. I might tie you up so you can’t escape.”

A thrill goes through me at his words. “You want to tie me up?”

His chin lowers in a nod. “I’m sorry. Chains and cuffs are a big part of my heritage.”

“Oh God, why does that sound so good?” I shake my head, smiling up at him. “If this is your idea of warning me away, it’s having the opposite effect.”

Dominic’s smile is a bit wicked, but mostly relieved. “Is it really?”

I step closer and put my hands on his shoulders. “Yeah.”

He draws in a big inhale and shudders. “Are you getting wet for me, little mouse?”

“Want to find out?”

I tug at his neck, and he obliges by dipping his head down to kiss me. His tongue, forked and long and rougher than mine, licks at my lips, and I open up for him eagerly. I shiver when he sucks on my lower lip, his fangs scraping against my sensitive flesh. He finds the hem of my dress and slowly pushes it upwarduntil he grasps firm handfuls of my ass, bringing my body flush with his.

Then he hoists me up suddenly, and I squeak, breaking our kiss. He looks so damn handsome as he grins at me, then guides me to put my legs around his waist.

“I’m taking you to my room,” he tells me. “Someday soon, I’ll fuck you right here, on the rug, but I need you in my bed tonight.”

“Okay,” I agree. “Yes. To all of that.”

His dark eyes sparkle with gold. He carries me past the shadowed kitchen to a tall wooden door. I notice vaguely thatallthe doors are taller than usual, as are the ceilings, which makes sense for a Krampus who tops seven and a half feet with his pointy horns. Then I see his bedroom, and my breath catches in my throat.

A large window overlooks the fairy-tale forest outside, but it’s the wide four-poster bed that draws my attention. It’s draped with deep scarlet silk curtains, embroidered with gold, and decorated with more string lights that cast a soft glow over the room. The sheets are dark green, and I realize they’re the same shade as the brand colors we picked for his business.

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