Then the horn dragged lower, over my stomach, my hip, the inside of my thigh. The contrast was maddening. This dangerous part of him, the part that should have been frightening, was used so gently that I wanted to beg.
I might have begged.
I lost track.
Then his mouth followed.
He kissed the inside of my thigh, once, twice, and then he put his mouth on me.
His hands spread me open. His tongue stroked over me, slow and thorough, and I grabbed for his horns. There was nothing hesitant about him now. He’d learned me. Was learning me. Every gasp, every jerk of my hips, every time my fingers tightened.
He used all of it.
He licked into me, then up, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue until I was writhing against his mouth. When I tried toclose my thighs, he held them open like it cost him no effort at all.
It probably didn’t.
That made it worse.
Better.
Everything.
“You taste sweet,” he said against me.
I made a sound that wasn’t a word.
“Again,” he murmured.
Then he sealed his mouth over my clit and sucked.
The climax hit so hard I bowed off the bed. My fingers clenched his horns, my thighs shook, and his name tore out of me loud enough that I was briefly grateful there were no neighbors close by.
He didn’t stop right away. He eased me down slowly, tongue gentle now, hands smoothing up my thighs until I stopped trembling.
Mostly.
He crawled up my body, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
Now it was my turn.
I crawled down his body and wrapped my hands around him again. He was slick from before, hotter now, the head flushed dark. I glanced up at him.
“I want to try.”
His expression tightened. “You don’t have to.”
“I know.” I bent and pressed a kiss to the head of his cock. His hips jerked, just a little. “That’s why I want to.”
His hands went flat on the bed. I opened my mouth around him.
It was a stretch. There was no graceful way around it. He was too big, and I was determined, which was not the same thing asskilled. I took what I could, using both hands for the rest, and dragged my tongue over him until his chest heaved.
The noise he made went straight between my legs. I did it again.
“Maisie.” His voice was strained. “You need to slow down.”
I pulled off just enough to speak. “Do I?”
