He lifted a leg, wrapping it around her waist and grinding up against her, taking on an expression of self-assured lust, though the grip on his horn made his eyes want to glaze over a little. "And wwhy shouldn't I wwant you. You're mine. And you wwant this at least as much."

He squeezed her breast again and twisted, growling low in his throat. "So go ahead, girl. Servvice me."