Page 65 of Lust & Lollipops

“I’m sure they are,” he gritted out. “There are no blinds to pull down over the windows. I checked.

“Maybe we should pull the blanket over us?”

He got it out from beneath us, covering our bodies with it from my breasts down even though we both still had towels on.

When he moved, his erection brushed my hip, hard and thick.

“You didn’t walk around naked on the beach,” I said, my hand still on his wing.

“Didn’t want to make you drool, or put a target on my back just because I’ve got the biggest package.”

I snorted, and he winked.

“Are they more sensitive at your back or closer to the tip?” I asked, moving my fingers to the place they connected to his back.

“Tip.”

I started making my way over, and his body grew stiffer beneath mine.

His grip on my hair tightened even more. It was almost painful—but surprisingly enough, I liked the feeling.

“Easy,” he gritted out, as I touched the feathers there.

“Why? Are you close to losing control?” I leaned against his erection lightly.

It was bigger than it had been a minute earlier.

Much bigger.

It had already popped free of the towel. If I moved mine, we’d be bare together.

“Closer than I should be when I can smell your unfulfilled need.”

He wasn’t wrong there.

I was soaked.

But I wanted to push him just a little further, so I rolled onto my side and draped half my body over his. Pressing my thigh over his massive cock, I reached for his horns.

He growled, low and warning. “If your breasts break free of that towel, I will have to fuck them with my mouth. Cameras be damned.”

My body flushed.

My desire dripped down my thigh, wetting his erection, and he swore viciously.

I finally touched the tips of his horns, my towel falling open as I did.

A snarl erupted from his chest.

In a heartbeat, he had me rolled over and pinned to my back.

My towel was open wide, my bare body covered by both his and the blanket.

His erection was between my thighs, the thick length of it pressed against my center.

“You are mine, Lolli. Do you understand?”

The intensity of the words finally registered. He’d said them before—but I hadn’t known about the mating process.

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