I'm already there. Already begging. "Please. Please, Diesel, I need—"
"Need what?"
"You. I need you to touch me. I can't—I need—"
He looks up at me. Eyes black. Savage. Satisfied.
"Good girl."
His mouth closes over my nipple and I cry out, the relief and the heat hitting me all at once. His tusks drag across my skin, leaving pink lines that don't quite break the surface. Branding me. He sucks hard enough to make me scream.
"That's it." Against my skin, rough and approving. "Let me hear you."
His hand slides between my thighs. No preamble. No gentle exploration. His fingers find me slick and ready and he groans against my stomach.
"Soaked for me already." Two fingers push inside, stretching me. "This tight little pussy's been waiting for me, hasn't it?"
I can't form words. Can only arch into his hand, desperate for more.
"Answer me." His thumb finds my clit, presses hard.
"Yes—god, yes—"
"Good girl."
He works me open. Two fingers—and with hands his size, that's enough to make me gasp. Stretching, spreading, making room for what's coming. His other hand pins my hip to the mattress when I try to squirm.
"Hold still." An order. "I'm not done with you yet."
His fingers curl and hit something that makes me see white. I grab fistfuls of the sheets and scream.
"There it is." Satisfaction drips from every word. "Found it."
He does it again. And again. Until I'm shaking, until I'm begging, until I'm so close to the edge that one more stroke will send me over—
He stops.
"No." I'm past pride. Past shame. "Please, don't stop—"
"Not yet." He withdraws his fingers and I whimper at the loss. "You come on my cock or you don't come at all."
He sheds his jeans. And I see him—all of him.
Oh god.
He's massive. Thick and long and ridged along the underside, the same dark green as the rest of him. Built for an orc female. Built to ruin a human.
I should be terrified.
I spread my legs wider.
His eyes go black. "Fuck, Eden."
"Now." I reach for him. "I need you now."
He doesn't make me ask twice.
The first thrust buries him halfway. I cry out—pain and pleasure tangled together, impossible to separate. He's too big. Too much. I can't—
