He resisted, chuckling. “Want something?”
I pouted. “Kiss me.”
He dipped, quickly pressing his lips to my forehead before pulling away from me again. His grin was so broad, his small lower tusks were visible in the lantern light.
He was so beautiful. From his full lips, his eyes so dark they could swallow me whole, to the silky black hair that flopped over his forehead, I could stare at him all day.
I feasted on him with my eyes.
I still couldn't believe that this orc was mine.Mine.
“Fine, when you look at me likethat, I can’t resist,” he growled.
Finally, he dipped his head and pressed his lips to mine. I sighed against his mouth.
His lips were warm, and comfortable, and perfect. I could drown in them if he let me.
His tongue stroked along my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth, granting him entry, desperate for whatever he was willing to give me. My blood burned with desire.
Tandor’s tongue danced with mine, melting me, turning my body molten. I craved more. I cravedeverything.
I dropped my hand between our bodies, allowing my fingers to slip into his trousers and dance over his cock. He was so hard; he was practically throbbing. His skin was hot to the touch and deliciously smooth, a sharp contrast to the ring that pierced the tip, that was almost cold in comparison. I circled his cock with my fingers, stroking him as far as I could reach from the restrictive angle.
He groaned and grabbed my wrist to halt my movements. “Slow down,” he pleaded.
I shook my head, meeting his gaze. His dark eyes bored into mine. Ensnared me. “I don’t want to wait anymore,” I said quietly. “I want you inside me. Now.”
He shuddered, breaking my gaze to drop his head down to my neck. “That mouth of yours is going to be the death of me,” he mumbled against the skin of my throat, but he released his hold on my wrist only long enough to yank his cock free and shove my skirts out of the way.
He didn’t even bother to remove our clothes—I knew he was as desperate as I was.
His cock teased at my entrance, the piercing cool against my wet, flushed skin. I hooked my legs around his waist and dug in my heels, urging him forward. “Please,” I begged.
He obliged, sinking into me in one fluid motion. We both groaned at the sensation. He filled me so thoroughly, so completely, that my body almost couldn’t handle it.
It was a delicious agony.
As he moved, fucking me in a fast, desperate rhythm, I clung to him, unable to do anything but hang on.
He fisted my hair and tilted my head back so he could devour my mouth in a frantic kiss as well, our lips clashing, our tongues tasting.
The orgasm was swift and brutal, building in my stomach and tearing through me before I could even scream Tandor’s name. My body shuddered, my mouth dropping open into a silent shout as my core clenched around Tandor’s length, milking him.
He found his release immediately, a strangled shout escaping his throat as his rhythm faltered, his pumping hips struggling to keep moving through his bliss.
When the waves of pleasure released me, I laughed at the situation, at how Tandor and I were both disheveled, flushed, and still fully clothed.
The second time we came together, we made sure to remove our clothing first.
Later, as we laid sweaty and tangled in each other, a distinct sound rang from the front room.
Crack. Pop. Pop.
Tandor and I sat up immediately.
“Fuck.”
CHAPTER 10
