Kiri leaned into his touch, her skin tingling at the contact. “I never thought I’d feel this way about anyone, let alone a minotaur, especially so soon,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “But you’ve shown me a side of yourself, a tenderness and depth, that I couldn’t resist falling for, even if I tried. This is why I was so hesitating about accepting your help… And wanting to take things slow.”
A low chuckle rumbled in Monte’s chest. “And here I thought my ruggedly handsome good looks were what won you over.” His eyes sparkled with mirth as Kiri playfully swatted at his arm.
“Don’t get too cocky now,” she teased, biting her lower lip to suppress a grin. “I’ll admit, the horns do add a certain allure.” Her fingertips traced along the ridged curve of one horn to the other, sending a shiver down Monte’s spine.
Sobering, Monte captured her hand in his, pressing a reverent kiss to her palm. “In all seriousness though, you’ve brought light back into my life, Kiri. Before you, I was just going through the motions, resigned to a lonely existence. But now that you’ve breathed life into my life, I want to do everything in my power to cherish, protect and love you.”
“I didn’t realize I had such an impact,” she confessed, stroking her thumb over his rough knuckles. “You certainly make it hard for a girl to keep her guard up.” Kiri’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “I was so guarded before coming here, afraid to let anyone in. But with you, I feel safe enough to let my walls down. You see me, Monte—the real me, flaws and all. And you still choose to be by my side.”
“Always,” Monte rumbled, resting his forehead against hers. “You’re stuck with me now, Kiri Flora. Get used to it.”
“I suppose there are worse fates.”
“Kiri,” Monte whispered, his voice low and intimate as he leaned closer, closing the space between them.
Monte’s heart raced as Kiri’s lips moved ardently against his own, her fingers threading through his fur, pulling him closer. A low growl of desire rumbled in his chest as he wrapped his arms around her slender frame, relishing the feel of her soft curves pressed against his hardened muscles.
Emboldened by Kiri’s enthusiastic response, Monte deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into the honeyed recesses of her mouth. She tasted of the sweet berries they had shared earlier, an intoxicating flavor he knew he would never tire of.
Kiri arched into him, a breathy moan escaping her as Monte’s allowed his large hands to roam her back, mapping the contours of her body through the thin fabric of her dress. Kiri used her own hands to explore the expanse of his broad chest, tracing the defined ridges of his muscles with her fingertips, marveling at the raw power contained within.
Lost in a haze of passion, Monte effortlessly lifted Kiri, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the plush rug before the flickering fireplace. He lowered her gently, hovering over her smaller form, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips.
“Kiri,” he rasped, his voice rough with need. “Tell me to stop, and I will. I don’t want to rush you into anything...”
Kiri silenced him with a finger pressed to his lips, her hazel eyes blazing with unbridled desire. “Don’t you dare stop, Monte. I want this. I want you.”
That was all the encouragement Monte needed. With a predatory growl, he captured her lips once more, sliding his hands beneath her dress, caressing the smooth expanse of her thighs. Kiri shivered beneath his touch before she began tugging impatiently at his fur, desperate to feel his skin against hers.
He moved his large hand down her body, tracing the swell of her breasts beneath the fabric of her dress before diving lower. When he used his fingers to brush against the damp fabric of her panties, teasingly slow, a gasp escaped from Kiri’s lips and she bucked against his touch, seeking more.
He snuck one hand back between her thighs while with the other he unzipped her dress and pushed it aside, revealing her bare breasts. The sight made him groan—they were beautifully round and perfectly crowned with peaked nipples begging for attention.
He couldn’t get enough of her. Monte didn’t care that she had no fur, or horns, or tail. All that mattered to him was that she was his.
He took one breast into his mouth as he used his finger to slip beneath her soaked underwear, tracing circles around her sensitive bud. Her body jerked upward into him almost unconsciously, a moan escaping from deep within her throat. Emboldened by her reactions, he continued until Kiri waswrithing underneath him—pleasure mounting with every skillful stroke.
Kiri clawed at Monte’s broad shoulders, pulling him closer while ignoring the sting of fur against skin. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded breathlessly, grinding herself onto his teasing fingers.
As if unable to deny her plea, Monte ripped away what remained of Kiri’s clothing while unbuckling his own kilt. His hardened length sprang free, the sight alone causing Kiri to gasp.
“What the fuck is that?” She pointed to his crotch.
He peered down at hisstav—long and stiff—dripping with his need, as it hung barely above the rug.
“It’s what humans call a ‘cock.’” He snorted, his tail wiping wildly. “What else would it be?”
“There’s no way that thing will fit,” she spluttered, shaking her head as her chest rose and fell rapidly. “I don’t need a battering ram to come knocking down my cervix.”
“Then we don’t have to…”
She sat up, pressing her hand flat against his broad chest and gently pushing him backward until he was propped up on his elbows.
A gasp escaped him as her hand boldly wrapped around the base of his stav. The sensation of her fingers encircling him was startlingly intense—he hadn’t expected her touch to ignite such a profound desire within him.
Leaning forward, Kiri claimed Monte’s lips with fervor. At the same time, her other hand joined its mate, both of them encasing him tightly. Her fingers were soft yet firm as they curled around his length, a stark contrast to his own strength.
His breath hitched in his throat at the contact, but he remained still, allowing Kiri to explore him at her own pace. She began to stroke him, long, firm strokes that had his horns scraping against the rugs beneath them in ecstasy.
