Page 32 of Volik

Nix, my mate, groans.

Her legs flex against my sides. Her hips tilt. And the floral scent around us increases. The undertones deepen.

I shift my hold on her, tightening my arm around her back and sliding my palm from her ass to her center.

Her skirt is soft, loose, and with her legs spread around my body, I can hold her there. Between her thighs. Cupping her heat.

Our mouths are frantic.

She licks my tongue.

Our lips press together harder.

I curl my fingers, putting pressure on her core. And through her skirt and her panties… I can feel her throbbing.

I moan into her mouth as the orchid scent intensifies even further, laced with a hint of something sweet.

For the rest of our lives, the scent of her arousal will be my most favorite thing in the world.

She keeps kissing me. Keeps squeezing me with her thighs.

I glide my hand all over her back.

She slides one of her hands up my cheek, into my hair.

I deepen the kiss and use my grip on her to rock her core against me.

She is so much smaller than me, even before I grew in size, so kissing her like this means her pussy is against my stomach. Too high to press against my cock.

But even without her touching me there, I can feel how hard I am.

Flexing my hips, the pressure of my too-tight boxer briefs is enough to make my dick pulse.

I have not used my hands to feel it yet, but I’m bigger there too.

I flex my hips again.

Filling Nix is going to be… snug.

Paradise.

Nix wraps her fingers around the base of my horns, and I stagger forward a step.

The floor tile cracks again.

The ridges…

My cock throbs as Nix drags her hand up my horn.

Each individual bump of her palm feels like a stroke on my cock.

My horns have never felt like this.

Touching them has never felt like this.

I need to be inside her.

“Volik.” Nix whimpers as she rolls her hips again. Petals fill the air around us.