Page 28 of Nanny for the Minotaur

"Theron," I breathe, my voice a plea. He answers with a low growl, moving to lavish the same attention on my other breast. My body is on fire, each touch of his lips, each flick of his tongue stoking the flames higher.

He kisses every inch of my skin as if it were sacred ground, trailing down past my navel, his hands gentle but firm on mythighs. I spread them for him, opening myself up completely. He pauses, looking up at me, his breath hot on my most intimate place.

"I want to taste you here," he says, his voice a low rumble.

"Yes," I manage to gasp out, my heart hammering in my chest.

He lowers his head, his tongue flicking out to taste me. I cry out, my hands flying to his horns, holding on as he licks and sucks, his tongue delving into me, exploring every fold. He finds my clit, sucking it gently into his mouth, and I see stars.

"Theron," I gasp, my hips bucking against his mouth. He growls, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through me. His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he feasts on me, his tongue fucking me, his lips and teeth teasing my clit.

I'm riding his face, my body moving with a mind of its own, chasing the pleasure only he can give me. His horns are solid and warm in my hands, anchoring me as I spiral higher and higher. My orgasm hits me like a thunderclap, my body convulsing, my cry echoing through the library. He drinks it all in, his tongue gentle now, coaxing every last tremor from my body.

When I finally come down, my body limp and sated, he looks up at me, his lips glistening with my release. His eyes are dark, hungry, and I know he's not done with me yet.

I look up at Theron, my breath still ragged from the intense pleasure he's already given me. His amber eyes burn into mine, a question lingering in their depths. I know what I want, and I'm not afraid to ask for it.

"I want all of you, Theron," I say, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. "Every part."

A low growl rumbles through his chest, his massive hands clenching at my sides. "Lyra," he starts, a hint of caution in his tone.

"Please," I beg, reaching up to cup his strong jaw. "I want you to take me. Completely."

His eyes search mine for a moment, and then a wicked grin spreads across his face. It feels like the first time he's really letting down on his walls with me. "I want nothing more."

I reach down, my fingers fumbling with the laces of his pants. He watches me, amusement flickering in his eyes, but he doesn't intervene. When I finally manage to loosen them, my breath catches. I can't do anything but stare at his cock. He's huge, and for a moment, doubt flickers through me.

Theron chuckles, his grin widening. "Don't worry, Lyra. I'll make sure you enjoy every inch."

I look up at him, determination replacing doubt. "I know you will"

He raises an eyebrow, a challenge in his eyes as he drags me closer to the edge of the couch. Spreading my legs wider, I guide him to my entrance, feeling the heat of him against me. He pushes in slowly, stretching me inch by inch. It's painful, but the pleasure underlying it is intoxicating. I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"That's it, Lyra," he murmurs, his voice strained. "Take me in."

He slides in deeper, filling me completely. I can feel every ridge, every vein of him as he slowly starts to move. Each thrust is deliberate, intimate, as if he's claiming every part of me.

"Theron," I moan, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.

He leans down, his forehead pressing against mine. His breath is hot on my face, his eyes locked onto mine. "You feel incredible, Lyra," he growls. "So tight, so perfect."

His pace quickens, each thrust deeper, harder, but never losing that intimacy. I can see the restraint in his eyes, the effortit takes for him to hold back. But I don't want him to hold back. I want all of him.

"More," I demand, my voice barely a whisper. "Give me more, Theron."

A shudder runs through him, and then he's giving me what I want. His hips move faster, his thrusts becoming more intense. But his eyes never leave mine. This isn't just about pleasure; it's about connection. It's about us.

With each movement, I can feel the depth of my desire for him. It's not just physical; it's emotional, a yearning that goes beyond the here and now. I want him, all of him, in every way possible. And as he moves within me, I know that he wants the same.

Theron's rhythm becomes relentless, his massive body driving into mine with an intensity that steals my breath. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing through me, my body clenching around him, desperate to hold onto this feeling forever. His hands are firm on my hips, holding me in place as he claims me completely.

His amber eyes bore into mine, the connection between us electric. There's a raw power in his gaze, a primal dominance that sends a thrill down my spine. I've never felt so taken, so consumed by another person. And yet, there's a tenderness there too, a silent promise that he's mine as much as I'm his.

"Lyra," he growls, my name a rough caress on his lips. His hands slide from my hips, one gripping the couch for leverage, the other snaking up my body to tangle in my hair. He pulls gently, arching my back, exposing my throat. His teeth graze my neck, a possessive gesture that sends a shiver through me.

My hands explore his body, tracing the hard lines of his muscles, the soft fur that covers him. I can feel the tension in him, the coiled power ready to snap. His pace quickens, each thrust deeper, harder, pushing me closer to the edge.

"Theron," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. "I'm close."

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