Page 33 of Let Me Win You

“What?” She scrunched her nose in concentration, struggling to understand something that was so clear to me.

“Nic, it’s not just your body. I desire you in every way a person can be desired. All of you. Your soul suits me. I love how I feel in its presence. But to win your soul, I realize, I have to win your heart too. Your body is also a lovely and quite exciting addition that I can’t wait to have my hands on again.”

The blush on her cheeks flared anew, and I forced my thoughts away from her body.

“I’ve never cooked for anyone before,” I said. “But I enjoyed it today. And I want to do it again. I want to know what it’s like to care for someone and to have them care about you in return.”

The well-familiar longing squeezed my chest, forcing me to stop talking.

“Invi.” She reached across the table and covered my fist with her small hand.

The contact rushed me with sensations. For a moment, I could focus on nothing but her.

“Oh—” she sucked in a sharp breath, and I realized with horror why she was staring at my forehead.

The damn right horn made it out after all. And the left one followed.

“Fuck,” I cursed under my breath, raising both hands to the base of the horns. “Just give me a moment, please. I’ll get this under control?—”

“Don’t,” she said softly, snapping my attention back to her with that one word.

“No?” I dropped my hands on the table. “But I don’t want to scare you.”

“I’m not scared.” She eyed my horns. “I’m just…curious. And since you said you don’t want to hurt me?—”

“I don’t.”

“I believe you. If it’s more comfortable for you to have the horns out, just do it. You don’t have to force yourself to be something you’re not just to please me. May I?” She reached for the left horn, and I stiffened.

On one hand, I’d be damned if I denied her anything at this moment or anytime thereafter.

But on the other hand, her touching my horns would have a similar effect to her stroking my cocks, and I just didn’t know if I could take it. I’d either have to fuck her right here on the table or I would simply combust into the pink flames of lust.

“This is different,” she murmured, sliding her light fingers up the curved edge of my horn.

I bit my lip so hard, it’d bleed if I had a physical body with blood. Desire rushed to my groin, filling my entire being with the tingling sensation of need.

“It feels warm and not quite as hard as I expected,” she said, squeezing my horn in her deft little fingers.

Oh, Iwashard. And not just in the horns. My rock-hard cocks pushed against my pants, literally bursting out of them. With the mortifying sound of ripping material, my cocks and my tail both busted out of their jail.

Nic jerked her hand away.

I thanked Heaven for the table that concealed my erection. But there was no space to hide my tail. Like an uncoiling spring, it unfurled in thick, green loops all around me. The chair I’d been sitting on fell backwards, then rolled down into the creek, spooking the ducks.

Nic jumped to her feet.

“What happened? What did I do?”

“Ugh, the fucking horns.” I groaned, grabbing one in frustration.

Her stroking them had the same effect on me as my sucking and licking her nipples had on her. And now, all I could think about were the little moans she made when I played with her breasts.

A hot charge of desire shot through me, making me let go of my horn as if it was a hot iron. My shirt busted open at every seam. Clearly, I was no longer human size. I lost all control over my own shape.

“Wow…” Nic tilted back her head, sliding her gaze up my monstrous form. “So,thisis the real you.”

I blew out a breath in defeat.

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