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Gunnar grinned. “I’d love to give you a personal tour.”
“A personal tour of your shower?” I raised my brows. “Very well, if you insist, I accept.”
He took my hand and led me upstairs and into his gorgeously designed bathroom. An alert had Gunnar checking his phone. “It’s the courier here with the rings.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Shitty timing. You get started first. I’ll join you as soon as I can, I promise.”
He turned on the water to the oversized shower for me, showed me how to adjust the temperature and water pressure, and then left.
Eager to feel the water on my tired and sore muscles, I stripped in record time, threw my clothes over a hook, and stepped into the shower. It was hot and steamy, just the way I liked it. I increased the water pressure until it felt like a thousand little hands were massaging the day’s stress away.
I lost track of how long Gunnar was gone, but suddenly I gasped when a hard wall of very naked muscle caressed me from behind.
“Enjoying your shower, Kitten?” He reached for a pump bottle attached to the wall and came away with a handful of foam in his palm.
“Oh yeah. This is perfect.”
I leaned back against his rock-hard body as he lathered me up, his hands moving sensuously across every curve and dip of my body. His cock sprang to life behind me, sliding across my soapy back. Curious to finally see what he looked like, I turned around.
I couldn’t help the stab of hurt when I saw that he was still wearing his glamour. Did he plan on keeping the mask up until we were married? Did he not trust me to see his real form?
“You know, maybe this is a bad idea.” I backed away, but he immediately took a step to close the gap again.
“What’s wrong, Kitten?” He tilted my chin up to meet my gaze.
I sighed. “You’re going to take a shower with me with your illusion spell on? Do you trust me so little? Did you plan on fucking me with it on, too? I’m disappointed and frankly kind of offended.”
He closed his eyes and took a slow breath. “It’s not because…” His hands dropped to his sides. “Okay.”
His lips moved, and he mumbled something unintelligible. There was a shimmer, and his body started to change. He grew bigger, taller. His skin took on a gray hue that grew stronger and stronger until he looked to be sculpted from stone. His facial features became more severe, and the angular lines of his face that had given him his masculine appeal became more exaggerated until it no longer looked human. Behind his shoulders, a pair of wings materialized. He sprouted a tail as well.
But the thing that had me really gasping was his massive cock, gray like the rest of him. The thick mushroom-shaped head formed a thick ridge, and the veins on the shaft were so pronounced I wondered if I would feel them when he was inside me.
I took a step back, wanting to get a better view of him, but he stepped forward to close the gap between us again.
“Is this what you wanted?” he demanded, his voice tinged with something hard and angry. “To see the monster? Well, tell me: do I frighten you?” He took another step toward me, backing me up against the wall. His arms came up to brace on either side of me, preventing my escape. “Do you regret your arrangement with me now?”
With our height difference, he towered over me, and his cock pressed against my tummy, the tip of it reaching all the way up to my chest. He was trying to scare me, but this angry note in his voice didn’t sound genuine. Was he in fact worried that I’d run when I saw him?
“I’m not scared. I already know what you are…”
I reached up to press a palm to his chest. It still felt warm, alive. The surface of his skin still had some give, like it was flesh, but it was much harder than any muscle I’d ever felt before. I traced water droplets with my fingertips over his skin, and he made a pained sound like he was trying very hard to control himself. I wanted to break that control.
“…and I don’t regret a thing.” I got on my tiptoes and pulled him down for a kiss.
His mouth devoured mine hungrily, his tongue thrusting and claiming everywhere it touched. I skimmed my fingers over his face, touching the inhuman features.
“I like what I see, Gunnar,” I said when I was able to catch my breath. “All the things I found attractive about you before just got amplified. I think you’re hot as fuck.”
“Do you, now?”
He turned his head and rubbed his jaw across my face and chin, right down my throat and up again, almost as if he was marking me like a cat. Interesting, since I was the one with the snow leopard DNA. His musky, masculine scent filled my nostrils, and I caught myself rubbing him back. A soft rumbling sound that I’d never made before came from my chest.
I was purring!
“Is that a yes, Kitten?”
Instead of replying with words, I moved my hands down to his belly before losing the fight not to grab his cock. I wrapped both hands around it, marveling at its size and shape. I could barely wrap my hands around it. It truly was a monster cock. I stroked him from base to tip. Gunnar grunted and clenched his hands into fists on the stone wall on either side of me.
A drop of precum glistened at the tip, and I leaned down to lick it up. I opened my mouth and engulfed the head. I didn’t have a wide jaw or a big mouth, so it was a struggle to take much more of his length, but just trying was turning me on bigtime. I reached down to touch myself as I sucked on him, my other hand sliding up and down his shaft.
