“Sorina…” He says my name in a low, vibrating voice.
“Korr…”
I place my hand on his chest. His rough skin is warm under my palm, and I can feel his heartbeat picking up.
“Thank you for what you did today,” I say, looking into his eyes.
“I only did what’s right,” he replies.
“No man has ever stood up for me the way you did.” I trace my fingers over his sternum. “I’ve never seen a man defend a woman before.”
He frowns, and I can tell this is news to him and he can’t fathom such a cruel reality.
I lift myself onto my toes, thank him again, and press my lips to his. It’s not easy to reach him. I’m balancing on the very tips of my big toe as I cling to his chest, and he has to place a hand on my waist to steady me and lift me up a few inches, until my feet don’t touch the ground anymore. I’m so small compared to him. His other hand sneaks under my hip, and he lifts me up to his level. My arms go around his neck, and I press myself against him.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” I ask.
“Yes. Always. Whenever you want.”
He carries me to his bed and places me down on the mattress in a gentle, controlled manner. I pull him with me, but he braceshimself on his arms and rolls onto his back. I’m on top of him in seconds, climbing him as if he’s a fallen tree. I kiss his jaw, drag my mouth down his throat and across the wide plane of his chest, wanting to taste every part of him. I thought the texture of his skin would bruise my lips, but for some reason, the cracks are gone, and he’s smooth like polished stone.
I haven’t wanted a man in a long time. I thought that part of me was gone, lost during my marriage, another thing that was taken from me that I’d never get back. But my body is alive right now. I’m wet and throbbing, my clit swollen and aching, and I want to feel Korr everywhere – under me, around me, inside me. There’s urgency and greediness to my hands and lips as I explore him.
“Sorina, if you keep doing this…” His voice sounds strained.
“I want this,” I say as I flick my tongue over a nipple.
He groans and his back arches slightly. I chuckle and climb back up his body to take his face between my hands and kiss him on the mouth. This time, the kiss is long, open, and deep, his hand cupping the back of my head, my mouth moving against his, tasting him. I start rocking my hips, pressing myself down. My pussy slides across the hard ridges of his abs, leaving a slick trail on his skin. The friction against my clit sends a jolt through me and I roll my hips harder.
He’s so big beneath me. I can feel how vast his body is under mine, my knees barely reaching his sides.
My robe falls open. The sash loosens and the fabric parts, and my bare chest is exposed to him. He notices, breaks the kiss and stares, his gaze moving over my breasts, my hard nipples, the pale expanse of my stomach.
I take his hand and place it on my breast. His palm covers it completely. He kneads it carefully, his thumb brushing over my nipple, then he lifts his head and kisses my breast, opens hismouth, and takes my nipple between his lips. His tongue circles it, warm and wet, and he starts sucking.
I moan and slide my hips lower on his body. His hard cock meets the slick heat between my thighs and I gasp. I start rubbing myself on his still clothed length. His cock is thick and rigid, pressed flat against his stomach, and I grind along it, my wet folds dragging over the shaft, my clit catching on the ridge of the head with every forward roll.
Korr pulls the robe off my shoulders and down my arms. The fabric slips away, and I’m finally naked on top of him. He’s touching me everywhere now, as if he can’t help himself. His hands are on my neck, my breasts, they run down my sides and grip my hips. His mouth kisses me randomly, as if he doesn’t have a plan and just wants to bite and lick every inch of me. My eyes roll in my head.
I hook my thumbs into his underwear and tug. He lifts his hips and pulls them off himself. The next thing I know, I’m staring at his bare cock. A gasp leaves my lips, and my mouth literally falls open.
His cock is immense, thick and heavy, perfectly proportioned to his body. I should’ve expected this. It’s far larger than anything I’ve ever seen. I look at it and know there is no way I can fit that inside me. I realize that I’m salivating, so I close my mouth, but I still can’t look away from the impressive member. A pang of regret squeezes my ribs. I’m falling in love with this man, the most incredible man I’ve ever met, and I can’t have him properly.
“Don’t worry. We don’t have to do anything tonight,” he says.
“I want to. But I don’t think…” I swallow heavily. “It’s not physically possible.”
He reaches for the drawer on his nightstand and pulls out a bottle filled with a shimmering liquid.
“If you’re sure, this oil will help.”
My eyes widen. I recognize the bottle because we have a generous stock of them at the apothecary. I noticed them and always meant to ask Julie what they were for but never got around to it. There was no label on them, either.
I take the bottle from him, uncap it, and bring it to my nose. It smells fragrant and clean, floral and mineral at the same time, unlike anything I have in my personal kit.
“Sometimes golems and humans mate,” he says. “So, it’s good to have this oil handy.”
“How does it work?”
