Atria let out a low whine when Kaz tore his mouth from hers, a curse tumbling out between panting breaths. He stooped over her, crowding her against the mirror, and buried his face against her throat.
She felt him suck in a deep inhale before he let out a guttural groan. A hot tongue pressed against her pounding pulse, making her back arch. It was quickly followed by the sharp, delicious sting of fangs scraping hard against the delicate skin.
“Kaz!”His name escaped on a gasp — a plea and a complaint rolled up into one syllable.
“Damn right,” he growled into her damp skin. “Who do you want to touch you? Say it.”
Atria sank her blunt nails into the dense muscle of his shoulders and tried to roll her hips, but he had her pinned with his great bulk against the counter. There wouldn’t be any movement — or friction — unless he decided to allow it.
Desire was a hot pool in her belly, building pressure and an ache that only touch could satisfy, but it was made all the more intense by Kaz’s razor sharp determination to do things his way. She could feel it between them, this raging need to dominate, towin.
Atria had never been into that sort of thing. Up until a year ago, her sex life had been active and satisfying, but neverexciting.Norman didn’t feel this out of control need for her that Kaz did. Frankly, she was glad. She would never have felt safe enough with him to let him take the lead the way she had so effortlessly done with Kaz.
She wouldn’t trust the orc with her car keys, but this? Yes, she thought she could trust him with some quick, mind-wiping sex. Their lust could burn away the horror of the evening, her worries for tomorrow,everything.
And when it was done, they could go back to finding each other utterly intolerable. No harm done.
Her toes curled as she slowly relaxed her muscles, allowing herself to go completely soft and open under him. “Kaz,” she whispered, gently raking her nails down his bare chest. She turned her head to press her lips against the point of his ear. “Please make me come.”
A deep, deep rumble of approval vibrated his chest. “Mm, sounds like I just found the secret to making you be good for me.” The hand gripping her waist slid down again, this time over her soft stomach, the dip of her belly button, and then the neatly trimmed hair of her mons.
“No panties?” He gave her neck a hard, sucking kiss absolutely guaranteed to leave a mark.Or maybe not, with those pills and all.It showed how far gone she was that she was a little disappointed that the hickey probably wouldn’t stick.
Kaz’s fingers played lightly over her slit when he rumbled approvingly, “Maybe not so good after all.”
He leaned back just as he cupped her, deliberately pressing the heel of his palm against her clitoris with torturous pressure. She felt his gaze on her as she gasped, hips jerking, and squeezed her eyes shut.
“So sensitive,” he murmured. Kaz began to move his hand in slow circles. The leather of his gloves slid smoothly over her wet, swollen skin. Atria let her head fall back to touch the mirror and opened her legs wider, inviting him closer, to give her more.
When she cracked open her eyes, she found Kaz staring down at his hand. One glance told her why. The sight of his black gloved hand between her legs, his fingers spearing between her swollen folds, was so erotic, it made her inner muscles clench with a vicious ache.
Breathing harshly, Kaz let go of his grip on her hair and dropped to his knees. She felt his words against the tender skin of her inner thighs when he rasped, “My fucking dreams couldn’t touch this.”
Hers couldn’t either, if she was being honest. She’d never felt this sort of bliss when someone touched her, and when he buried his head between her thighs, Atria decided that she’d never experienced sex in its fullness before. Not even close.
Kaz didn’t bother with tentative licks or exploratory touches. It was like he had a sixth sense for exactly what she needed — which was mainly to be devoured.
Atria braced her palms against the counter, balancing herself as Kaz gripped the undersides of her thighs and spread them wide. For a while, it was like he couldn’t decide what part of her he liked best — the wet heat of her core or her clitoris, which begged for his attention.
His tongue dipped inside her before he dragged it up again to make a maddening circle, then he moved down to repeat the process. He rolled it in circles, back and forth, and then thrust it inside with a low rumbling sound of pleasure. Atria felt sweat slick her skin. It was the good kind of torture that, though frustrating, also made her starved body feel lush with stimulation.
This was no quick fuck. Kaz wassavoringher. He was giving her more contact than she could have ever hoped for.
Eventually, though, she was reduced to begging. She suspected that was his plan all along, but she didn’t mind. Pride was abandoned the second he sank his fangs into her lip. She would give him whatever he wanted, so long as he continued to lavish her with attention.
It also happened that she got truly desperate right around the time that she heard the distinct clink and jingle of a belt buckle being undone.
“Please, please, please,” she chanted, pressure mounting to an almost unbearable level as she imagined what he was revealing, how beautiful his thick green cock would be when it was flushed and ready for her.
He snarled against her tender, well-loved flesh. She let out a short shout when his fangs scraped her skin in time with the soft sounds of his fist moving up and down his cock.
Atria opened her eyes, desperate to see, but his head and shoulders blocked her view. All she could see was Kaz’s right shoulder moving rhythmically as he ate her out and stroked himself at the same time. “Let me do it,” she begged. Her hands fluttered over his hair and shoulders, touching him everywhere she could reach. “I want to do it. Kaz,please,I— Oh!”
He looked up at her as his lips closed over her clitoris. Kaz’s pupils were blown, his eyelids half-closed, and his cheeks were flushed a dark green. He looked as drunk on her as she was on him, and when he began to suck with long, hard pulls, she didn’t look away.
Atria’s orgasm was a sudden unraveling. Once the tension was cut, pleasure unspooled in a rush. She held his gaze as her spine stiffened, her inner muscles clenching hard on nothing, and a rush of tingles ran through every nerve.
Kaz didn’t blink. Not even when his shoulder moved faster and the sound of skin on skin got louder, wetter. He continued to suck and lick, prolonging her orgasm until she was a twitching, over-sensitized mess. Atria didn’t fight it even when her nerves felt raw.
