“Were you?” He stood over her, tall and imposing, as one big hand brushed deliberately down her side before settling on her hip.
“Yes.” She licked her lips, one side of her mouth tugging up into a half-smile. “I was imagining you as an orc.”
He dipped his face into her neck, running his nose along her skin as if he was memorizing her scent, and she felt the huff of breath as he chuckled. “And what would an orc do, once he’d caught the…?”
“Warrior witch.”
He grunted, tugging her even closer. “Yes. His witchy warrior queen. What would he do with her?”
She slipped her fingers under the hem of his T-shirt to touch him, needing his skin. It was cool and firm. The muscles of his abdomen clenched and rippled as she skimmed her fingertips over the rough smattering of hairs leading to his chest and then dragged her nails lightly back down. She tilted her head further, offering more of her neck. “He would bite her.”
Josh’s teeth sank into her shoulder before she’d finished the sentence. Not too hard, but hard enough to hold her still as his tongue laved the flesh he’d captured. Hard enough to electrify her nerves all the way down to her core. She shuddered, her entire body inflamed as he released her shoulder to scrape his teeth along the tendon of her neck, up to capture her earlobe.
She pushed at his shirt, needing it gone, and he released her just long enough to tug it over his head, revealing his tanned chest lightly sprinkled with dark hair, and the heavy lines of ink covering his right bicep and over his shoulder. Then he immediately leaned closer, all the way into her space. Crowding her. Surrounding her. He cupped her face with his hands and took her mouth.
There was no teasing this time. No gentle introduction. They met each other with all the desire and need that had been growing between them. And then ramped it even higher in a wild dance of lips and tongues and give and take.
His chest hair rasped over her nipples with every movement, and she squirmed against him, pushing herself closer. He suckedher lower lip into his mouth as his fingers threaded into her hair, tugging lightly, positioning her perfectly for him to consume her.
She slid her hands to his zipper and tugged it down, opening his jeans, giving herself space to slip her thumbs into the top of his underwear, reveling in the smooth firmness of his skin and the fire growing between them. The way his cock swelled and hardened even further. God. She had never wanted someone with such ferocity before.
Josh released her mouth, whispering against her skin as he pressed open-mouth kisses down her chest. “I don’t think an orc would leave it there, would he? I think he’d need more to bite. More to claim.”
Her brain scrambled as he scraped his beard over her breast, a torturous brush over her skin, before sucking the tip into his mouth and tugging with his teeth. It was a live-wire connection straight to her pussy, and she moaned, arching her back. “Yes.” It came out on a moan. “He would take more.”
And Josh took it without hesitation.
He dropped one hand to her hip, holding her still as he licked a line between her breasts, his other hand reaching to tug and twist her dampened nipple.
She slid her fingers down to wrap around his solid length, squeezing with the rhythm of his scorching mouth, loving how he shuddered and groaned, his hips thrusting forward into her grip, demanding more.
His mouth closed over the other breast, lashing it with his tongue and teeth. Again and again. Building an inferno inside her and fanning the flames. God. Sheneeded.She writhed against him, panting. “An orc would take it all.”
He left her breasts with one last teasing nip and straightened, her hand still locked around his length, his eyes almost black with desire. “You’re gorgeous, my warrior witch.” His voice was rough and strained. “I want to taste your skin. I want to suckyour pussy into my mouth and torture you with my tongue.” His hand slid from her hip, gliding between them until his middle finger found her clit and slowly, softly, began to rub, creating a sparkling, tingling point of contact that drew all her awareness, all her desires. “Can I do that, Ellie?” He swallowed. “Even knowing—” He hesitated for a fraction of a second before continuing. “—how little I can promise?”
His words stung, but she’d known them going in. They didn’t change how much she needed him. Needed to feel him. She’d chosen this for herself.
Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for them. Maybe, if she looked hard enough, she could find it. And for now… she would take everything he could offer. She wouldlive.
“Yes.” Her voice was husky. “Yes, to all of it.”
She leaned into him, letting him hold her up even as his fingers dipped lower, finding her wet core and spreading the cream he found, gliding it over her swollen, desperate flesh.
“Fuck, Ellie.” He rubbed slowly, watching her with glittering eyes as she heaved in a shaking breath. “I don’t deserve you. But I want you too fucking badly. I have to take you.” He slipped his hand away, and she groaned at the loss. But then he lifted her, carried her to the bed and laid her down. He dragged a pillow under her hips before coming to kneel between her legs.
He nuzzled into her, breathing deep, and her hands came down to his head, tangling in his hair. And then he licked her, just as he’d promised. A long, slow lick, through her slit, coming to rest briefly on her clit before moving away. He focused on kissing all the desperate parts of her before returning to circle that desperate nub. Moved away and came back.
His eyes lifted to watch her face, noting when she gasped, when she held her breath, when her fingers tightened in his hair, finding the rhythm that pulsed and spiraled through her. And then he did it again, over and over, pushing her higher.
Her legs were bent, her body open and offered to him, the pleasure rising through her until she was so close she could cry. And then he slipped two fingers inside her, unerringly finding her swollen front wall, and she exploded.
He held her close, whispering how gorgeous she was as she slowly came down. Then he met her eyes and grinned. “Let’s do that again.”
“You don’t have?—”
He growled and nipped her inner thigh, and she swallowed the rest, gladly. His lips found her clit once more, his tongue teasing, slowly stroking, building her pleasure. Using everything he’d learned until she could barely breathe.
Her hands fell back from his hair, and she gripped the sheets, drowning in sensation. And then she heard the buzzing of her vibrator, set to its lowest, rumbliest setting.
