His hands are everywhere, rough and calloused and so careful with me. One slides up to cradle my jaw while the other spans my waist, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin just above my hipbone. The touch sends sparks through me, lighting up nerves I didn't even know I had.
I break the kiss just enough to speak. "Your place. Now."
The words come out breathless and demanding. His eyes darken, pupils blowing wide until there's barely any green left. He doesn't answer with words, just scoops me up like I weigh nothing, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist. The position presses me right against the hard length of him through our clothes, and I moan.
The stairwell spins as he takes the steps two at a time, my back hitting the wall with each movement. I can feel every muscle in his body working, the power in his thighs and arms, the way his chest expands against mine with each breath. It's intoxicating, being this close to him, feeling the raw strength he usually keeps so carefully leashed.
His door is barely open before we're through it, kicking shut behind us with a force that rattles the pictures on the walls. Thefairy lights I strung up earlier cast a soft glow around the room, catching on the planes of his face as he looks down at me.
"Tell me to stop," he says, voice rough. His hands are still on me but he's not moving, giving me space even though every line of his body is tense with want. "Tell me and I'll stop."
I don't want him to stop. I want him to keep going until neither of us can think straight. Until the only things that exist are his hands on my skin and my name in his voice and the way we fit together like two pieces of the same puzzle.
"Don't stop," I whisper instead, pulling his head down to mine. "Please don't stop."
The kiss this time is deeper, slower. His hands move with deliberate care, tracing patterns along my sides like he's memorizing me. I arch into his touch, my body already aching for more.
Clothes become obstacles. My fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt, needing to feel his skin against mine. He helps me, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull the shirt over his head before his mouth is back on mine, hot and demanding.
I get my first real look at his chest and it's magnificent. Broad and muscular with a light dusting of hair that narrows down to a line disappearing into his waistband. Scars crisscross his skin, some pale and old, others still angry and red. Battle marks, he once told me. Proof of survival.
My hands explore the landscape of him, tracing the ridges of muscle and valleys of scar tissue. He shudders under my touch, his own hands stilling on me like he's afraid to move. The reaction makes me bold, my fingers dipping lower to tease the waistband of his pants.
A growl rumbles through his chest. "Maya."
My name is a warning and a plea. I look up at him through my lashes, loving the way his breath comes faster, how his hands flex against my skin. "Yes?"
"You're killing me."
I grin, feeling powerful in a way I never have before. This massive orc, brought to his knees by my touch. "Good."
Then I'm kissing him again, my hands finally dipping beneath his waistband to find him hard and hot in my palm. He groans into my mouth, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. The reaction sends a thrill through me, knowing I can affect him this way.
His hands find the hem of my blouse, tugging it up with a growl of frustration when the fabric catches. I help him, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over my head before his mouth is back on mine, hot and demanding. The cool air of the apartment hits my bare skin, raising goosebumps that have nothing to do with temperature.
His hands span my waist, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts through the lace of my bra. The touch sends sparks through me, my back arching involuntarily. He makes a sound low in his throat, something between a growl and a groan, before his mouth leaves mine to trail down my neck.
The stubble on his jaw rasps against my skin, sending shivers through me. His tusks catch on the strap of my bra, tugging it down to expose my shoulder. The cool air hits my skin but it's nothing compared to the heat of his mouth when it finds the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder.
I gasp, my fingers tightening in his hair. He makes that sound again, the vibration of it going straight through me. His hands move to my back, fumbling slightly with the clasp of my bra before it gives way, the straps sliding down my arms.
The lace falls away, leaving me bare to his gaze. I expect him to look, to take me in, but instead his mouth is on me instantly, hot and wet against my nipple. My back is arching off the wall.
His hands span my waist, holding me up as his mouth works magic on my breasts. He takes his time, lavishing attention on first one then the other, his tongue doing things that make my legs tremble where they're wrapped around his waist.
I need more. Need him closer. My hands find his pants again, pushing them down his hips along with his underwear. He helps me, kicking them off before his hands are back on me, lifting me higher against the wall.
The position presses me right against the hard length of him, nothing between us now but air and anticipation. I moan, my head falling back against the wall. He takes advantage, his mouth finding that sensitive spot on my neck again, his tusks scraping lightly against my skin.
"Please," I gasp, not even sure what I'm asking for. Just knowing I need more of him, all of him.
He growls something in Orcish, the words rough and guttural and so full of want it makes me ache. Then he's there, right there, the head of him pressing against me. I'm so ready for him it's almost embarrassing, my body welcoming him with a desperation that matches my own.
He enters me slowly, so slowly it's torture. I whimper as my nails dig into his shoulders. He's so big, stretching me in the most delicious way, filling me until I can't tell where I end and he begins.
"Okay?" he asks. His hands are on my middle, holding me steady, giving me time to adjust to him.
I nod, unable to speak, my body already moving against his instinctively. He groans, his forehead resting against mine, our breath mingling between us.
