Page 54 of Rauf: Minotaur Mates

My hands shoved under his shirt. His stomach tightened beneath my palms, hot and hard and alive. Rauf made a rough sound into my mouth and lifted me before I could explore farther. I wrapped my legs around his waist. His erection pressed thick and solid between my thighs, and the first grind of it against me made my whole body clench.

I did it again.

Rauf’s fingers dug into my ass. He kissed me deeper, bending me back over his arm as he carried me to the bed. I was still trying to get his shirt off, still kissing any part of his mouth I could reach, and one of his horns knocked lightly against the wall. He cursed without letting me go. I laughed against his lips, breathless and aching, and then he laid me on the mattress and came down over me.

His weight settled between my legs. His chest pressed against mine. His thigh slid between my knees. He rolled his hips, and the hard length trapped in his pants rubbed against me through the thin fabric of my pajamas. Pleasure shot through me so sharply that I broke the kiss with a gasp.

Rauf did it again, slower.

I clutched at his shoulders. My body was already wet and ready, embarrassingly eager after a kiss and a few strokes of his cock through our clothes. Except there was nothing embarrassing about the way he looked at me. His gold eyes burned. His nostrils flared every time I moved against him, and I could feel his control coming apart one breath at a time.

He pushed my pajama top up. His callused palm swept over my stomach and ribs, leaving heat everywhere it touched. When his hand closed over my breast, I arched into him. His thumb rolled my nipple while his mouth moved down my neck. He kissed, licked, and scraped the blunt edge of his teeth over my skin until I was squirming beneath him.

Then his lips closed around my nipple.

The pull of his mouth went straight between my legs. I threaded my fingers into his hair and held him there while he sucked, his tongue flicking over the tight peak. He groaned against my breast when I rocked up into him. The vibration made me do it again.

My shirt disappeared. I wasn’t sure which of us got it over my head. Rauf kissed his way across my chest as his hand slid beneath the waistband of my pants. His fingers found me slick and swollen. One broad stroke through my folds made my hips jerk off the bed.

I wanted more, but he was already drawing my pants and underwear down my legs. The fabric caught at one ankle. Rauf pulled it free and tossed it aside, then stopped.

I was naked beneath him. He was still dressed. The difference should have made me feel exposed, and it did, but it was the look on his face that made me tremble. He stared at me as if there was nothing in this world he wanted more. His hands moved up my bare legs, slow and warm, and something in my chest softened even while the rest of me burned.

“Don’t you dare leave me hanging,” I said.

Rauf’s mouth curved, but the heat in his eyes didn’t ease. He stood and dragged his shirt over his head. This time there was no steam and no pretending I wasn’t looking. I watched every inch appear.

His shoulders were wide enough to fill my vision. Scars crossed his chest and ran over the heavy muscles of his stomach. I knew some of them beneath my fingertips, but not nearly enough. His pants slid over his hips, and then he was completely naked.

Stars, he was beautiful.

His cock rose hard against his belly, thick enough that remembering it inside me made my body pulse. A bead of moisture shone at the broad head. Rauf wrapped his fist around the shaft and gave himself one slow stroke while he looked at me spread across his bed. The sight sent fresh heat flooding between my thighs.

I wanted that hand on me. I wanted his mouth. I wanted his cock.

He climbed onto the mattress and caught my ankles. His palms slid up my calves, parting my legs as he lowered himself between them. He kissed the inside of one knee, then higher. The roughness of his cheek dragged over skin that seemed to grow more sensitive with every inch he claimed.

When he turned his head, the smooth curve of his unbroken horn slipped beneath my thigh. He settled my leg over it, the back of my knee cradled against the warm base, and lifted my other leg onto his shoulder. My hips tipped toward him. I was open, completely exposed to his mouth, and the first warm gust of his breath against me made my stomach pull tight.

Rauf looked up. Our eyes met. Then he licked me.

His tongue dragged slowly from my entrance to my clit, broad and hot and rough enough to make every nerve spark. I cried out before I remembered the house full of people beyond the door. My hand flew to my mouth. Rauf’s eyes flashed, and he did it again.

The second stroke was firmer. He spread me with his thumbs and licked through the wetness gathered there, taking his time as if he wanted to taste every part of me. His tongue circled me and flicked across that sensitive spot once, twice, each touch sending a sharp pulse through my hips. Then his lips closed and sucked.

My back lifted off the mattress. The horn beneath my leg held me open as his shoulder pressed into my other thigh. His face was buried between my legs. His hands gripped my hips. His mouth worked me with slow, greedy concentration, and I had nowhere to go except into the pleasure.

I bit down against my own palm.

But Rauf’s tongue pushed inside me, hot and wet, and the sound I made slipped through my fingers anyway.

He growled against my cunt. The vibration tightened everything inside me. I grabbed the base of his broken horn with my free hand. The skin there was hotter and softer than the smooth length, and Rauf shuddered when I squeezed. His tongue drove deeper.

My whole body tingled. The scrape of his beard against my inner thighs, the slick movement of his mouth, the hard pressure of his shoulder beneath my leg—every point of contact fed the ache building low in my belly. When he drew back, I tried to follow.

Rauf only shifted his grip. Two thick fingers pressed into me while his mouth returned to my clit. The stretch made me gasp. He curled them, and pleasure flared so hard I forgot to breathe.

He found the same spot again. And again. His fingers moved inside me with a wet rhythm while his tongue circled and sucked. I tightened around him, helplessly trying to hold him there.