He pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Do you need anything?”
“I’d love a cup of tea,” she said, then sighed. “But I know it’s too much of a bother to go all the way to the diner to get it.”
Morgath laughed. He pushed her off his lap and stood up.
“I can make it right in our kitchen.”
Audrey blinked in confusion and followed him. When he opened one of the cupboards to grab the tea and sugar, she saw that it was filled to the brim with supplies. She moved past him and started opening other cupboards, finding everything she could possibly need. Plates, cutlery, coffee, and all kinds of dry snacks lined the shelves. There was still no fridge and noelectricity, but that was fine because she’d gotten used to it by now. The stove ran on a gas tank that Morgath must’ve brought in while she was recovering.
She watched in awe as he filled a kettle with water and set it on the stove to boil. He moved with confidence in the small space, pulling down a proper teapot and measuring out loose tea leaves like he’d done this a hundred times before. When the water boiled, he poured it over the leaves and let it steep before pouring her a cup.
Audrey didn’t reach for the tea. Instead, she launched herself at him and wrapped her arms and legs around his body.
“You did all this for me?”
He caught her easily, his hands coming up to support her weight.
“I’ll do anything for you.”
The words made her heart swell. She pressed her mouth to his, coaxing his tongue into a playful battle of wills. He groaned into her mouth, his hands tightening on her hips as he carried her out of the kitchen and down the hall to the bedroom, tea forgotten. He lay her down gently on his bed.
“Are you feeling all right?” he asked. “Are you tired or in pain?”
She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him down on top of her.
“I feel perfect. I’ll feel even better once I have you inside me.”
“We shouldn’t rush,” he said. “You’re still recovering.”
“We can take it slow, if you think that’s best.”
He climbed down her body and started kissing up her bare legs, his mouth hot against her skin.
“I want to worship you,” he murmured between kisses. “I want to be good to you.”
His hands moved to the elastic of her panties. He rolled them down her legs and tossed them aside, then settled between herthighs, his breath warm against her pussy. He looked up at her once, his eyes dark with hunger, then lowered his mouth to her.
The first touch of his tongue made her gasp. He licked a long stripe from her entrance to her clit, dragging his tongue through her folds and collecting her wetness. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves until her hips jerked involuntarily. His big hands gripped her thighs, keeping her pinned to the bed as he lapped at her. He drank her in like he was starving for it, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes that made her breath hitch.
He pushed his tongue inside her, and Audrey’s hands came to rest on his head. Her fingers tangled in his hair. He fucked her with his tongue, pushing deep and curling it to hit places that made her see stars. When she was thoroughly wet, he pulled back and focused on her clit again, sucking it between his lips and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. She trembled beneath him, moaning and whispering his name. It wasn’t going to take long. She was nearly there.
The pleasure built until she was right on the edge, her thighs trembling and her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. She came with a cry, her back arching off the bed as her pussy pulsed against his mouth. He didn’t stop licking until the last wave had rolled through her and left her boneless.
Morgath sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes locked on hers as he stripped off his shirt and pants. She watched, mesmerized, as his muscles moved beneath his green skin. He pulled her into his lap and positioned her so that his cock pushed at her entrance, thick and already leaking.
He entered her slowly, letting her control the pace as she sank down onto him inch by inch. The stretch was just as intense as she remembered. She wondered if she’d ever get used to it, if it would ever become easier to take him.
Audrey started riding him, lifting herself almost all the way off before sinking back down. His hands gripped her hips to help guide her. His cock dragged against her inner walls with every thrust, hitting places deep inside her that made her vision blur. She moved faster, chasing the pleasure that coiled tight in her belly.
His big hands moved to her breasts to cup them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples in teasing circles. He pulled her dress down and pinched her nipples between his fingers. She closed her eyes, her head falling back.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “I like that. Give me more.”
Morgath bent forward and took one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak as she bounced on him faster. He sucked hard enough to make her cry out, switching to the other breast, then back again, never leaving her a moment to catch her breath.
Audrey’s hands roamed over his chest and shoulders, tracing the lines of old scars that covered his body. Her fingers found the three new scars, courtesy of her bullets. They were barely visible, healed completely. Had she not known what to look for, she would’ve missed them.
