"Arms above your head," he commands.
I obey, arms extended, and he makes another approving sound. He strips off his shirt in one smooth motion, revealing the expanse of his chest, the tattoos that snake across his skin, the scars that tell stories I want to hear someday.
But not now. Now I just want him.
He kneels on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, and hooks his fingers in the waistband of my underwear. He drags them down slowly, his knuckles brushing the inside of my thighs. I raise my hips to help him.
Then I am naked, spread out on this absurd bed in front of an Orc who looks at me like I am a treasure he has spent years hunting.
"Perfect," he murmurs, settling between my legs. His hands grip my thighs, spreading them wider, and I feel exposed in a way that should terrify me but instead makes everything inside me clench with anticipation.
"Kruk—"
"Quiet," he says, his breath ghosting over my inner thigh. "You will speak when I ask you a question. Otherwise, you will let me work."
Then his mouth is on me and I forget how to speak at all.
He licks a slow stripe up my center and I arch off the bed, a broken sound tearing from my throat. His grip tightens on my thighs, holding me in place, and he does it again, this time circling my clit with his tongue in a way that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
"Stay still," he orders against my skin. The vibration of his voice makes me whimper.
I will try. I really do. But he is relentless, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention, learning what makes me gasp and what makes me shake. When he slides one thick finger inside me, curling it just right, I grab the sheets above my head and twist the fabric in my fists.
"Look at me," he demands.
I force my eyes open, force myself to look down the length of my body to where his face is buried between my legs. His eyes lock on mine, gold and fierce and full of dark promise, and he adds a second finger, stretching me, filling me.
"You taste like heaven," he says, pulling back just enough to speak clearly. "Like something I was not meant to have but will keep anyway."
Then he seals his mouth over my clit and sucks, and I come apart.
The orgasm crashes through me in waves, stealing my breath, turning my muscles to liquid. I think I scream his name. I might scream something incoherent. I cannot tell because the pleasure is too overwhelming, too all-consuming.
He works me through it, gentler now, easing me down. When I finally go limp against the sheets he presses a kiss to my inner thigh.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that I feel in my bones. His thumb traces slow, reverent circles on my inner thigh, keeping me grounded even as my body still trembles with aftershocks. "And we are just beginning."
I blink at him through the fog, my brain struggling to process words. "Just..." I swallow hard, my throat dry. "Just beginning?"
He rises to his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and reaches for his belt. "You did not think I would be satisfied with only one, did you?"
The belt comes off. Then his pants. Then nothing separates us, and I get my first full look at him.
Oh.
"That's not going to fit," I blurted out, because apparently post-orgasm Colletta has no filter.
He laughs, a deep rumbling sound that vibrates through the bed. "It will fit. Your body will adjust. But first..." He leans over me, bracing one hand beside my head, and uses the other to guide my arms back above my head. "You will keep these here. If you move them, I stop. Understood?"
"That's not fair," I protest weakly.
"Neither is hiring a fake fiancé and then making me fall in love with you." He nips at my lower lip. "But here we are."
Then he kisses me again, deep and thorough, and I taste myself on his tongue. It should be strange but instead it isincredibly hot, this evidence of what he just did to me, what he made me feel.
His hand trails down my body, between my breasts, over my stomach, and lower. He strokes through my wetness, spreading it, preparing me. When he finally positions himself at my entrance I am already trembling again.
"Breathe," he instructs.
