He started to remove pieces of his armor, and my breath caught at the sight of his wounds. The gashes that had marred his skin had been replaced by red welts that looked angry, but sealed. They were smooth and a little shiny.
“Do they still hurt?” I asked.
“They do not hurt now. They were superficial.”
He tossed the final piece of armor into the pile next to his weapons, then stretched in only that dead-sexy loincloth. A sea of muscles flexed in a slow ripple that had my belly fluttering with butterflies. The slow roll of his shoulders, the ripple along his stomach… even the red marks crisscrossing his body were not enough to distract from his utter perfection. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
He came to sit back on the bed, and I reached out before I could second-guess myself. My fingertips brushed over the fresh mark along his ribs. It felt hot, reminding me of how warm he’d been back in that basement. My fingers trailed off the mark and onto his chest. He was still warm here, but less so.
His chest started to vibrate under my hand in that low rumble that told me he was thinking of me and sexy thoughts together in one sentence. Like one of Pavlov’s dogs hearing the dinner bell, I heard the sound and my body immediately responded, thinking of how our bodies fit together so perfectly.
It seemed I’d already learned how to tell his purring apart. This was his sexy-time purr, and I found myself hauled into his lap.
“But you’re still healing!” I protested.
His voice dropped even deeper than usual. “Your weight is slight; it could not hurt me. And I like having you on top of me. I have replenished my calories enough to continue healing. Touching you will help me heal.”
“Oh, will it now? I’m pretty sure you made that up.”
“You have no proof.”
I chuckled. “No, I do not.”
Ror’k moved to the center of the bed, pulling me along. He settled me into his lap with my back against him, and his hands started moving over my body, his hands sliding under my top to trace over my skin.
“You are so soft.”
“You mean I am too soft.” I knew I wasn’t as firm and perky as I once was. I’d long come to terms with the fact that my body had changed.
“No. You are perfect.”
And if I had any doubt of his honesty, the cock growing under my ass was enough to dispel it. I wiggled my hips experimentally and he groaned. The sound was so hot it had wetness rushing down to my core.
Then he was moving us back again.
“Lift your arms.”
I did, and he grasped the hem of my top and peeled it off my body. The comfy sports bra I wore—because who had time to deal with underwires—came off next. He pulled me back against him, and I reached up over my head to slide my fingers through the wiry strands of his hair. I twisted my body just enough to look at him.
He had a look of concentration, and the tips of his fangs poked out to dent his bottom lip. It was hot as sin, and I suddenly had the urge to kiss him. I pulled him down, but our positions meant I only managed to kiss the corner of his lips until he shifted and crushed his mouth to mine.
The cock under my ass was so hard now, it felt like it could lift me up off the bed. I could feel his distinct sections bulging underme. Impatient for more of him, I broke the kiss and rocked my hips. It earned me a low growl.
“I want to fuck you, Dottie.” The words were so raw and honest. They made my heart pound.
“I want you too.”
Ror’k growled again and pushed me forward onto my hands and knees on the soft bed. He grabbed several of the pillows and shoved them under my body. I loved that he was even now thinking about my comfort.
His body was so big and warm. Powerful too, and I felt tiny in the sexiest possible way. His cock jutted out, hot and heavy against my back. I was hyper aware of it as he curled around me, the thick length trapped between us. He nuzzled the top of my head, then moved down to nip at my ears. It sent a frisson of lust tickling down my spine. The sensation was compounded by the slow drag of his sharp fangs down the back of my neck.
I couldn’t stop a needy, breathy sound that escaped my lips. Neither could I stop myself from shoving back at him and at the cock pressed between our bodies.
“Dottie.”
His weight shifted, and his warmth disappeared for a moment before strong hands gripped the waistband of my pants and pulled them over my ass, followed by shoving them down my thighs. The fan of his hot breath against the back of my legs was my only warning when he licked me from my clit to my opening. There was a hum of appreciation, then he plunged his thick tongue into me.
I keened at the erotic sensation and arched my back as pleasure tore through me. I shoved back with my hips, grinding my pussy on his face. His ever-present purring increased, and itwas like someone had turned on the vibrations. I was so close when he pulled away.
