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“Did you think I was talking about adifferentdate? Why are you wearing underwear?!”

“I thought we were going for ice cream!” she choked out in between peals of laughter. “I distinctly remember someoneverybossy telling me we were going out for chocolate stars and confetti. It’s not my fault if he can’t make up his mind!”

Her dress went sailing somewhere behind the sofa, and he scowled. “If that’s what you want, then fine. Let’s go get some ice cream right now; I’ll never say no to that. Afterward, maybe we can go take care of the grocery shopping, stop off at the post office. There’s a house over on Maple Court that was being painted; we can pack lawn chairs and go watch it dry. Sounds like a perfect evening to me.”

Violet’s shoulders heaved, and a flush had spread becomingly from her ears all the way down her chest as she laughed. “You are thebiggestbaby. You’re right, weshouldgo the grocery store. Let’s see if they have a special on formula so that we can make sure you always have a bottle ready.”

She latched onto the corner of the towel, tugging it free. Rourke groaned as she wrapped her hand around his stiffened shaft, giving him a slow pump. It had been ages since he’d felt the perfect grip of her tiny fingers, already seeking out his most sensitive spots.

“If you have another date coming over, she’s going to need to get in line. I’ve waited long enough.” She used both hands to move his foreskin up and down the steel-like core, tapping her index finger against his slit until it came back sticky, a string of moisture holding on as she pulled back. Violet hummed, sliding the finger into her mouth, holding his eye as she sucked it clean.

“Is this what you want, sweetheart?” His voice had dropped an octave as if his throat had thickened along with his shaft, as she pulled her finger free with pop. “Is this cock what you want?”

“This is theonlycock I want.”

She laughed that she felt like a sacrifice in the labyrinth, and Rourke chuckled, scraping a hoof dramatically, a bull ready to charge, snuffling against the soft skin of her belly.

“What did they teach you in your human schools? That the minotaur ate the sacrifices? It’s true, but not in the way you think. We’re going to reenact it right now, sweetheart. I’m going to give you this cock, but first, you need to come on my tongue, or nothing else happens.”

She gasped as he kissed his way down her chest, teeth nipping at a pebbled nipple before his tongue laved over it. Violet’s fingernails scraped against his scalp, tightening his overgrown hair. He wanted to take her to Madoc’s exhibit and show her what had actually happened to those sacrifices from antiquity. Tickets had been offered up to the Minoan Society at a generous discount, and it would be a perfect afternoon outing with her.Maybe next weekend.

First, though, he wanted to make her scream, wanted to make her come over and over again, and wanted his entire face to be dripping with her. They had all weekend, and he was going to have her in every way possible, but he would start with his tongue. He kissed around her thighs, nosing at the crease, humming against the skin of her mound, her fingers fisting in his hair. He breathed against the front of her panties, warming her with his heat before taking the gusset into his mouth.

His mouth was wide and strange compared to humans, and Rourke was able to engulf her entire pussy with a hot breath and a slow lick, sucking her clit through the fabric until she whimpered. He flattened his tongue, stroking up the center, punctuating each pass with a suck, pulling her clit through the thin material. It didn’t take long before a scrap of fabric was soaked, a combination of his saliva and her arousal drenching the gusset.

He was glad she was here. The thought came unbidden, and even though his mouth was currently occupied, it still made him smile. He was glad she was spending the weekend with him, glad that they would have more time to explore Cambric Creek, explore each other, and grow even deeper into a couple. He hadn’t been lying — he could easily see her in his life in five years, ten years. Khash was right — the closer he got to middle age, the more cognizant he was that the road did, in fact, have an eventual ending. He wanted her by his side as they traversed it together. He was as sure of it as he was of his name.

“Violet, I just wanted to say” — he reversed course up her body abruptly, making her reach out for his horns as she yelped — “I really like you.”

She was already panting from his ministrations, her eyes glassy and unfocused. “I mean . . . I like you too, I like-like you, but is this the time for this conversation? You couldn’t pass me a note in study hall?”

“Ilike likeyou too,” he went on loudly, talking over her laughter. “I’m glad we took some time to get to know each other. I know this wasn’t exactly a traditional way to meet, and I wanted to make sure you knew I was interested inyou. Not just your perfect, tiny hands.”

Rourke hoped the time would never come when he opted to ignore the advantage of her open mouth. Her head was tipped back in indignant laughter at his words, and he dove forward. Nipping her lips with his blunt teeth before capturing her in a bruising kiss, he kissed his way down her body all over again, paying homage to her collarbone, to each breast, down the soft swell of her stomach and over her rounded hips. Her legs opened for him like the wrappings on a present, the best one he had ever received or would again.Unless she says she’ll marry you. He choked in surprise. Fortunately, the sound was muffled against her heat, panties stripped away, hot and wet in his for the having.That’s a little premature, but not wrong.

“Violet, I want to eat this pussy every day like it’s my last meal. I want you to come home from work and sit right on my mluth, you understand?”

She was holding onto his horns for leverage as he licked her, slurping on her clit until her hips were leaving the mattress to meet his mouth. Back and forth, he dragged his tongue over the swollen bud, curling, circling, until she snapped.

“Come on my tongue, sweetheart. I want you to fill my mouth with that honey.”

She shook as if she were being electrocuted when she did so, a tremor that started in her thighs, shivering through her hips and up her spine. Her high, panting moans were the sweetest music his ears would ever hear again, ears she was stroking as if they were kittens, an unexpected shiver that made his tail stand out on end.

She was still breathing hard when he coated his hand in a generous pump of lube, and he noticed the way her hands fisted in the bedclothes.

“I’m going to go slow, okay? You don’t have anything to worry about. If it hurts or you’re uncomfortable, just tell me, and we’ll slow down. This isn’t a race. There’s no one here to tell us to hurry up, Violet. It takes as long as it takes, and we’re going to enjoy it every step of the way.”

He took his time stroking her with a single digit, one that he knew would slide in easily. She let out a breathy exhalation, one of relief, he thought, mewling as he pumped the single finger in and out of her, gently stroking around her still-sensitive clit. When he added a second finger, she bit her lip, eyes closed. She was still panting, moving against the rhythm he had established, solidly fucking into her with his hand. He began to shift his fingers, scissoring them open, stretching her as wide as he could go.

The third finger was a tighter fit, and he slowed his press, inching forward at a snail’s pace until the palm of his hand was flush to the lips of her sex. Rourke gauged her expression. Violet was biting her lip, trying to breathe slowly.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Just breathe through it. We need to train this sweet little pussy to take my cock, and we’re not in a hurry. Let her enjoy it. We’re not to go any further than this for a minute.” He held his hand still, letting her acclimate to the stretch, waiting for her signal that she was okay to proceed. When she nodded, he began to move his hand slowly, drizzling additional lube to the base of his fingers, helping to facilitate a smooth glide.

“How’s that?” He’d nearly worked up to the same rhythm with which he used to finger fuck her at the restaurant, a squelching pull on every backstroke.

“That’s good,” she panted. “That’s really good. I think – I think I’m ready for more.” His wrist was thumping into her by then, her own slick adding to the viscousness of the lube.

He rubbed the head of his cock against her spread-open folds once he had removed his hand slowly. Over her clit, around and around, he held himself in hand, slowly rolling his hips, coating himself in her wetness, rubbing his sensitive tip against her until she moaned. She was as ready as she was ever going to be.

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