Asterion rumbled, his head turning to the door, and I huffed out a sigh, giving up on snaring this minotaur's attention. My hands loosened at the same moment that his grabbed my hips, clutching tightly and pulling me up to my toes. I gasped as Asterion bowed, my face already lifted to his, ready to accept the rough and slightly clumsy kiss. Néktar rushed over my tongue and down my throat, Asterion's delight in the kiss so incredibly potent, as strong as the fury with which his tongue took my mouth. I moaned, an eager and languid form giving into his hands as one slid up my spine to hold the
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