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Ria cupped his jaw. “I don’t need to recharge to be close to you.”

“Oh, right. I didn’t know that was even an option.”

“Silly,” she started, but whatever she was going to say was lost as she leaned in for a kiss.

This was different from the other times. There was no reason to stop, no interruption waiting around the corner. They were finally alone, and when Ria deepened the kiss, Asterion knew he wasn’t pulling away this time. They had hours before they reached their destination, and he intended to use them.

His hands grazed the hem of her dress, and he slid his palms beneath it, settling them on the smooth skin of her thighs. The fabric pooled around his wrists, and he felt goosebumps rise under his touch. “You’ve been dressing differently here,” he murmured.

A faint blush colored her cheeks. “New Yorkers dress up more,” she said, her voice a little breathless as he squeezed her thighs. “Couldn’t miss the chance to wear a dress.” His hands slid up, pushing the dress higher as they went. “I can change into my sweats again.”

A low growl vibrated in his chest. He didn’t bother with words and closed the remaining inch between them and kissed her. He lifted her just enough so that the damp silk of her panties pressed against the hard ridge straining inside his jeans.

“Gods,” she breathed, her hips moving. “I feel…really wet.”

He needed to see. To feel it. One hand held her in place against him, while the other traced a path back down her thigh until his fingertips brushed against her panties. The fabric was saturated and clinging to her. He slid his finger through her folds easily and circled the tight bud of her clit.

“Aye, you are,” he rasped.

A deep blush spread from her cheeks down her neck. “I’ve never been this wet before,” she confessed.

He chuckled and leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “Your body knows what it wants,” he murmured, his finger still working her. “And it’s having a biological reaction because I intend to fuck you.”

“What?”

He pulled back just enough to look at her. “It’s getting ready, Ria. Opening up. Making room to receive my bull cock.”

More slick coated his fingers. He’d done that.

Her own hand, trembling slightly, slid down between their bodies. Her palm brushed against his jeans, and she curled her fingers around the shape of his cock through the fabric, feeling the hard throb of him against her palm. “Will it even fit?”

Her question pleased him more than it should have. Asterion caught her wrist, stopping her hand without pulling it away. Her bones felt small beneath his grip, a reminder of just how much bigger he was.

“It will. Women were made for minotaur cock.”

“That’s reassuring.”

“So, now you’re the one that’s not going to believe me?”

He didn’t give her a chance to make a smart remark before kissing her again. His tongue met hers, his teeth catching lightly on her lower lip as the kiss turned rougher. When he finally pulled back, they were both breathing hard.

Ria reached for her dress and pulled it over her head, letting it fall beside her. Asterion went still. For a moment, he only looked at her in her lace bra and soaked panties. His gaze moved slowly over the bare skin her dress had hidden. She was so different from him, all smooth skin where his own body was covered in fur, and he found himself wanting to know what every inch of her felt like beneath his hands. When he finally touched her, his palms moved slowly over her sides. Her skin was warm and smooth, just as he remembered, but there was more of it beneath his hands now. He let himself enjoy the feel of her before drawing her closer. He cupped her breasts through the lace, then brushed his thumbs over her nipples before pinching them lightly.

“Ah!” She arched against him, pushing her breasts more firmly into his hands.

He loved how easily she reacted to him. She let him know exactly what she liked. He leaned down, burying his face in the warmth of her cleavage, and then pulled the lace down with his teeth. The fabric caught for a moment before he pulled it lower and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

“Oh gods, that feels good,” she gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. “I like that.”

“I know you do,” he murmured. His mouth lingered against her breast while he worked her bra free, and when he looked up, his eyes found hers. “I’m going to lick your cunt, Ria. I’m going to spread you open and taste you.”

The shyness he’d noticed a moment ago was gone now. She pulled off his shirt and moved closer, rolling her hips against him. Her tits rubbed against his chest, and the movement nearly made him lose the little control he had left.

He gripped her hips, keeping her still. “Then I’m going to make you cum on my tongue.”

He eased her onto the velvet sofa and settled between her thighs, his hands lingering over the softness of her skin. Asterion tugged her panties out of the way, breathing her in before getting rid of them altogether. Then his mouth was between her thighs, his tongue running up her slit.

“Oh! Do it again,” she cried out, her hands twisting in the velvet. “Please. I like how rough your tongue feels.”