“I’m sorry. I don’t want you to feel humiliated.”
That angered Audrey more than anything else he could’ve said.
“Well, I do feel humiliated, Morgath!”
His eyes widened.
“Because I was vulnerable with you, touched you, took you in my mouth, and now you’re acting like I’m not even here,” she continued, her voice rising.
“I never asked you to do those things,” he said. “I explicitly told you to leave.”
“I didn’t want to leave! Stop lying to me and to yourself! You clearly want me, and you enjoyed every minute of it.”
She turned on her heel and went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her hard. She peeled off her dress, tossed it on the floor in a crumpled heap, and decided to just take her bath cold. Because it was true, she couldn’t walk around town like this. She stepped into the tub, and the moment her skin came into contact with the freezing water, she started shaking. She stood there, trying to convince herself to submerge fully. But her body was covered in goosebumps, and she couldn’t make herself do it.
Morgath opened the door gently and peered in. When Audrey didn’t send him away, he walked in and approached her carefully.
Audrey tried to hide her nakedness, pressing one arm across her breasts and a hand between her legs.
The orc captain moved closer and hovered his hand over the water. He whispered a few words, and the air shimmered with his magic.
“I am truly sorry,” he said quietly. “I didn’t mean to offend you, but clearly I did. You’re right. I do want you more than anything, and that frightens me.”
Audrey lowered herself into the tub and sighed at the perfect temperature. She could see that Morgath was uncomfortable, standing there awkwardly, like he wasn’t sure what to do with his hands. Under the blanket around his waist, his cock was hard. It became harder as he couldn’t take his eyes off her body.
She parted her legs and let him see the red curls there.
“I want you, too. It doesn’t make sense, but I do.”
She thought to herself that she was in deep. She had no idea where this would lead. Maybe she could treat it as a one-night stand, a mistake that happened once, and then they could both move on. Or she could have fun with him and get on with her plan at the same time.
Sex didn’t have to be complicated. Feelings didn’t have to be involved.
“Would you like to wash me?” she asked.
He dragged a breath in, released it slowly, and nodded. He knelt beside the tub and picked up a bar of soap and a washcloth. His hands were gentle despite their size, his touch careful, like he was afraid of hurting her. He ran the soapy cloth over her shoulders and down her arms, then washed her neck and collarbone with slow, deliberate strokes.
“You can touch me wherever you want,” she said, her head falling back against the edge of the tub, her eyes fluttering closed.
Morgath moved to her breasts and cupped them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She gasped and arched into his touch, but he didn’t linger. He washed over her belly, then his hands slipped lower, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist and hips like he was memorizing the shape of her.
When he slipped his hand between her legs, Audrey opened for him without hesitation. He rubbed her with his fingers, his touch gentle and exploratory. He found her clit and circled it with his thumb, applying just enough pressure to make her moan.
A finger slipped inside her, and she was so wet, so ready, that it slid in easily. He pushed deeper, thrust in and out at a steady pace, while watching her face and registering her every reaction. He seemed to be so fascinated with her that he was forgetting how to breathe.
Audrey looked at him from beneath her heavy eyelashes, biting her lip. She started playing with her breasts as he fingered her, pinching her nipples and rolling them between her fingers, arching into his touch, riding his hand. He curled his fingers and found that spot that made her see stars, while his thumb never stopped working her clit.
He knew what he was doing. His years of celibacy hadn’t affected his skills in this department, and Audrey wondered how many female orcs he’d had in his bed before he was ripped from his world. Not that it mattered. This thing between them was fleeting, and she certainly wasn’t jealous. Because she had no intention of keeping him.
Audrey’s thighs trembled, her breath came in short gasps, the pressure building so high that she couldn’t help crying out. She came hard, her pussy fluttering around his finger, but he didn’t stop. He drew out her orgasm, making it last as long as possible, until she was gasping and oversensitive.
“I need more,” she said. “I want you inside me.”
Morgath nodded and lifted her from the tub, one arm around her back, the other under her knees. Water streamed off her body, dripping onto the floor and soaking his feet. He carried her into the bedroom as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He lay her on the bed and looked at her with what Audrey could only describe as reverence. It was for her body, though, not her as a person, so she tried not to think too hard about it.
“Plan C?” he asked.
