His calloused palms slid over my back as he pulled me back into a kiss, more frantic this time. More heated. My hands roamed over his chest, his shoulders, hooked around the back of his neck. His skin just felt sogoodagainst mine, I wanted to keep exploring.
A shiver shot down my spine when he pulled my lower lip between his teeth, hard enough to sting.
I broke the kiss. I wantedmore. He grumbled in complaint, but only for a moment. My mouth drifted toward his ear—hot and flushed, and so smooth under my lips. I kissed the delicate skin, dragging my mouth to the very tip, where I bit down lightly.
A garbled sound escaped his mouth, his hips bucking wildly. “Gods, woman. Are you trying to kill me?”
I laughed. “Are you into that sort of thing?”
“With you, I’d be into anything.”
“Fucking Gods.” My core clenched, sending a wave of hot need through me.
I continued my exploration, kissing his neck, his collarbones. I slid off his lap and yanked his tunic, aching for more of his skin on mine.
I had to stop for a moment to admire the orc in front of me. I had seen him shirtless, sure, but not likethis. He was gorgeous. All smooth, green skin, and bulging muscle softened at the edges.
I let my eyes feast on his body—from the erection bulging in his trousers, past the curves and valleys of his strong torso, to his face, where he was grinning devilishly.
“Careful, little witch. I think you’re drooling.”
I grinned back. I couldn’t help it. “Shut up. Can’t I just admire you for a moment?”
He leaned back where he was perched on the edge of the bed, elongating his frame and letting his knees drop open. “Admire as much as you wish. The fates know I’ve been admiring you for ages, it’s your turn.”
My mouth went dry. Gods almighty, what aman.
“Trousers off,” I commanded. If I was going to look, I wanted to see the entire image.
He lifted a brow. “You first.”
I took that as a challenge. Slowly, maintaining eye contact, I unbuttoned my trousers, shoving them down over my hips, my ass, my thighs. The fabric pooled around my feet, and I stepped out of them, kicking them aside.
Tandor’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. He brought his fist to his mouth to bite on his knuckles.
I spun in a circle, achingly aware that the only piece of fabric on my body was my undergarments. I didn’t feel exposed, like I thought I would. With the way his eyes were devouring me, I felt sexy. Powerful.
He tried to reach for me, but I flicked a tiny spark of magic at him, just enough to sting where it connected with his palm. He jumped, his forehead creasing in an expression somewhere between disbelief and pride. His arms dropped back to his sides. “Bossy.”
“Don’t touch. I said trousers off.”
Finally, he obeyed. He lifted his hips and slid his trousers onto the floor, leaving his undershorts on.
I tsked. I stepped forward, trailing my fingers over the waistband. I slipped my fingers under the fabric, just a bit. His erection bulged obscenely under the thin material, begging to be released. I tugged lightly. “These too, please.” I smiled my sweetest smile.
His chest rose and fell in a rapid rhythm. “When you ask so sweetly…”
The orc lifted his hips again, and I pulled the undershorts down, letting them drop to the floor.
His cock sprang free, rock hard and throbbing and impossiblyhuge.I knew it would be big, but seeing it at attention like this, I briefly feared for my own safety.
The size wasn’t the most shocking part. Through the head of his cock, silver and gleaming, was a shiny bar. He was pierced.
The slickness of my own arousal soaked through my undergarments.
I raised my gaze to find Tandor looking tense and nervous, his tusks biting into his upper lip. Was he afraid I would see him and find him inadequate?
He waswrong.
