She smiled. Then she kissed me again, more deeply this time, her fingers sliding through my hair.
I eased her back onto the sofa, following her down, careful to support my weight on my forearms. Her body fit perfectly beneath mine, soft where I was hard, yielding where I was firm. Thecontrast between us, human and orc, small and large, only heightened the sense that we were two halves of something that belonged together.
“Dungar,” she sighed against my lips, her body arching up to meet mine. “I want all of you.”
Chapter 21
Riley
Dungar studied my face for a long moment before nodding.
He kissed me again, his weight pressing me into the sofa cushions, a delicious heaviness. His lips moved against mine with surprising gentleness for someone so powerful. The contrast between his big frame and his tender touch made my heart flutter against my ribs like a captive bird.
I ran my fingers through his dark hair, enjoying its silky texture. Everything about him fascinated me, from his warmth to his scent of pine and leather, to the slight roughness of his skin against mine. I arched up against him, wanting to eliminate any space between us.
The brush of his tusks against my cheek sent a thrill through me. I’d never imagined finding such features attractive, but on Dungar, they were perfect. Part of the whole magnificent package.
He pulled back, studying my face, and his expression shifted, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features. He began to ease his weight off me.
“No,” I whispered, gripping his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
His brow furrowed. “Riley?—”
“I want this.” I tightened my grip, savoring the feel of his solid muscles beneath my fingers. “I want you. All of you.”
He went still, his eyes searching mine. “Are you certain?”
I nodded, knowing I was crossing a line I couldn’t uncross. I’d spent years building walls, keeping people at a safe distance. But Dungar had slipped past every defense.
“I know this might make everything harder,” I said, my voice low. “But I want everything with you, even if it’s all I ever get to have.”
His expression softened, eyes darkening with emotion. For a long moment, he simply looked at me. “I’ll always be yours, Riley.”
Rising from the sofa, he scooped me up. I looped my arms around his neck, feeling safer than I had in my life. He carried me down the hallway and gently laid me on the bed, the mattress giving beneath my weight. Straightening, he looked down at me with an intensity that stole my breath.
“I want to see you,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers across my skin.
He reached for the bottom of his shirt, pulling it overhis head in one smooth motion. My mouth went dry as he revealed his broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, every inch of him covered in defined muscle covered with smooth, medium-green skin.
I’d seen him shirtless before, but not like this. Not with the knowledge that he was undressing for me, that those powerful hands would soon be stroking my skin.
His fingers moved to his belt, unbuckling it slowly. He removed and folded his pants neatly before setting them aside, leaving him wearing a simple loincloth. His cock pressed against the front, and my pulse quickened as I took in the size of him.
When he removed his final piece of clothing, I couldn’t hold back the small gasp that escaped my lips.
His cock pressed against his abdomen, long and thick, with veins snaking across the emerald-green shaft. Nestled between the flared base and the bulbous tip were a series of adornments, smooth, flexible strands that jutted out in a spiraling pattern around his cock. Each held a small round bead-like appendage that vibrated slightly.
“Coorails,” he said, noticing my fascination. “Natural to orcs.”
“They’re beautiful,” I breathed, unable to look away.
He sat beside me on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. “They enhance pleasure. Each bead quivers when I’m fully aroused.”
“I can see that.”
A small smile tugged at his lips. “I’ll go slow. Be careful.”His expression grew serious. “You’re so small compared to me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I ran my fingers along the strong line of his jaw, feeling the slight roughness of stubble against my fingertips. “You won’t hurt me. I know that in my bones, Dungar. You’re the first person I’ve trusted completely in longer than I can remember.”
