Page 7 of Wed to the Bullman

CHAPTER 6

Agnes

What is happening? I’m swept away by his mouth, his lips, his tongue. He groans, needing me, his hands groping, exploring. It’s as if our drinks were spiked and the potion is working on us.

“You smell delicious.” His nose moves down my belly and to the area right above my pubic bone. I groan and giggle at the same time.

Electrical streaks flash from my mid-section throughout my body. My senses are sizzling with each kiss, each sniff, each flick of his wonderful tongue. Suddenly, I’m the center of his universe and the only thing that matters is the two of us.

My body relaxes back and I open my legs, giving him what he wants. He groans as he licks and kisses. His cock stands firm, obviously I turn him on.

I lose control under the licking, he strikes right up my valley, touching me where even I haven’t gone. The room dims and bright colors form in the periphery as the pleasure overtakes me. His tongue swirls over my clit, delicious, determined, absolutely unadulterated. Never have I experienced such levels of ecstasy in my life. I grab hold of his horns and hang on as I leap from the ledge and let go. My body shakes as the orgasm takes hold. His tongue masterfully swirls, bearing down, not leaving me without full completion.

I gasp and moan, my body rolling through the waves of pleasure that take hold of me. My hands hold his horns to me until I finish and can’t take another swipe of his tongue. Shoving back, I push him away and scoot up on the bed and collapse, panting for air feeling completely satisfied.

Vozak lifts, his face glistening from my pleasure. He grabs my legs as he slides to the floor and stands at the edge of the bed.

“My turn,” he growls.

I scoot to the edge of the bed and wrap my legs around his waist. He pulls me up and my legs fall to the side. His face is inches from mine, so close I smell myself on him and it turns me on. Our lips smash together, the urgency in the passion accelerates his moans, his moves. He desperately wants me, needs me.

He pulls my feet to his waist, and I wrap my legs around him. Taking his huge cock into his hand he rubs it through my slickness swirling over my sensitive clit. My back arches as he penetrates through my little opening. I’m a virgin so it’s very tight, stretching, tearing, ripping.

“Oh, ouch!” I cry but I don’t want him stopping. I grab his hips and keep him to me.

“I’m hurting you. It feels so good though. You’re so tight.”

I suck in a deep breath. “Yes, it hurts because I’m a virgin and you’re huge. But keep going. Obviously, it works for minotaurs and humans.”

He rocks into me, his cock stretching me with each thrust forward. Oddly, as he moves, the ripping sensation disappears and an incredible pleasure replaces it. Vozak moves faster, his face skewing with the pleasure he’s feeling, he can’t help but pound into me. All things fade except for what we’re doing.

Suddenly, my pelvis explodes for a second time, the ecstasy rocking through my pelvis as I arch my back and moan out of control. A second later, he pounds into me furiously, unable to stop himself. We rock through the waves of pleasure together, until I collapse back from sheer exhaustion. He finishes and pulls out, staggering backward, catching his breath.

“Are you okay, Agnes? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He comes to me, crawling onto the bed and gathers me in his arms.

“My beautiful wife, you have made me a very happy minotaur. I never realized how compatible we were. I’m glad I didn’t break you, my fragile little mate.” He kisses my head in a tender moment.

I curl into his side, my body still trembling with the remnants of our time together. I’m sore, lethargic, euphoric, and completely satisfied. Lying sideways on the bed, we fall asleep in each other’s arms, resting contentedly all night.

The sunlight streams through the window as I stir. He’s sleeping soundly, his breathing deep and even. I gaze upon his face, memorizing every detail. Minotaurs are different yet very similar. The obvious difference is the horns. I lightly touch them, and he rouses, his eyes opening to small slits, and he gazes at me.

“Good morning, husband,” I say with a smile.

His arm draws me to him, our lips touch in a sweet kiss.

“Did you sleep well?” He yawns.

“I did, even though we slept sideways,” I say with a giggle.

He kisses my forehead and rises. “We best get on the road so we can make it home at a decent hour.”

And just like that, our honeymoon is over. He hops into the bathroom, leaving me to rise, dress, and pack.

Things are better between us, different. He’s still quiet as we ride toward the Taurus Territory. Once in a while, he gazes my way with a smile. His hand slides across the bench seat of the truck and grabs mine. I scoot over because I want to be next to him. My arm curls around his, and my head rests on his strong-muscled shoulders.

“Are you happy with me, Vozak?” I ask, more as a means to have a conversation than an actual question.

He laughs. “Of course. Do you not remember last night? We mated very successfully. The honeymoon night is complete. We will arrive at our ranch and I will show you around directly.”

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