Our lips met softly, almost tentatively at first, like the brush of a warm summer breeze. But the gentleness gave way to a spark of electricity that coursed through me. The kiss deepened slowly, unhurried, as we explored the unfamiliar, testing our limits.
His scent was intoxicating, impossible to resist. I licked his lower lip, silently pleading for entry, and he granted it with a low growl that vibrated against my mouth and down my spine.
His large, calloused hands gripped my hips, pulling me onto his lap until I straddled him. I gasped at the sudden contact of our bodies, separated only by thin layers of fabric. I could feel him against my center, already damp in response to his proximity. The contrast between his raw strength and my own softness made my blood burn.
My head spun as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring mine with an urgency that stole my breath. Malek’s hands moved over my body in desperate caresses, pressing me against his chest as if he wanted to erase every space between us, merging us until I no longer knew where I ended and he began.
The attraction between us had become something impossible to contain. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of his sculpted body against mine. The sound of our breaths and lips echoed in the quiet cabin, drowning out even the crackling fire.
He broke the kiss briefly, pressing his forehead to mine, his brown eyes locked on mine as if searching for one final confirmation.
"Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice hoarse, almost a growl. "There’s no going back after this."
I didn’t hesitate.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Take me, Malek. I want you.”
He smiled—not gently, but with a fierce promise that made my stomach tighten with anticipation. Then he rose from the chair while still carrying me, pushing our bodies even closer.
"You have a way of stripping away my defenses, Fiona," he murmured against my mouth, a faint smile playing on his lips before his expression turned serious. “I never thought I’d find something this precious in the middle of so much chaos.”
My hand rose to his face, fingers tracing the line of his strong jaw.
"And I never thought I would find a home in my enemy's house," I confessed.
Malek closed his eyes, absorbing the weight of my words. When he opened them, the ferocity from before had softened into something vulnerable enough to make my chest ache.
He leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to my swollen lips.
"Then it’s a good thing you lost that orb that brought you here, Fiona," he murmured against my skin, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "Because you’re not going anywhere. I’m not going to let you leave."
The kiss resumed with renewed urgency—deeper and hungrier. Malek pulled away just enough to trail his lips down my neck, finding the exact spot where my pulse raced out of control.
"You’re mine, krash’uk," he whispered against my skin. "You always were."
He didn’t just pull at my clothes; he shredded them, his claws making short work of the fabric until the air hit my skin, stiffening my nipples. He didn't stop to look. His mouth followed the path of his hands, his lips catching my nipple, sucking on it until my blood turned to liquid fire. I came undone under the weight of that hunger, my fingers pulling at his hair to drag him closer to me. I didn't just want his touch; I wanted him to devour me.
He carried us to the bed and lay me over the furs carefully, like I was precious. The shadows masked the heat in my cheeks, but they couldn't hide my scent. Malek’s nostrils flared, drinking me in with a hunger that told me he knew exactly how much I wanted him.
He positioned himself above me, bracing on his elbows. His gaze dropped to my lips, and he smiled, brushing his thumb across them. I licked his finger, drawing it into my mouth while holding his gaze with a boldness I barely recognized in myself. His taste, salty and masculine, was even better than his scent.
The effect was immediate. Malek’s smile died, replaced by a low growl that reverberated inside my own chest. His pupils dilated until almost none of the brown of his eyes remained, only a hungry darkness.
"It isn't fair, Ruk'hai."
"What?"
"That I am the only one naked," I teased, sliding my hands down his broad chest, feeling every rigid muscle beneath my fingertips until I found the fabric of the only piece of clothing that barely covered his huge cock.
I boldly pulled the fabric, trying to reach the pulsing heat between his legs. In the blink of an eye, he stood, ridding himself of the loincloth with a sharp tug of his claws, revealing the body I had secretly desired since the day I first felt his touch.
He was magnificent.
A mountain of defined muscle, green skin, and scars that showed just how strong he was. The light from the hearth traced the contours of his abs and the deep grooves in his arms, which looked as though the Goddesses themselves had sculpted them.
As he knelt between my legs, the sheer weight of his massive frame sent me sinking deep into the furs. My gaze drifted downward, inevitably drawn to his length. It was large and thick, as expected of an orc over ten feet tall. But what made my breath hitch was the ring of small golden pearls that encircled the swollen head, gleaming in the firelight. Pulsing at the base like a second heart was a prominent knot the size of my fist.
Something primal stirred inside me at the sight of his knot. All my refined upbringing and self-control crumbled, replaced by an overwhelming hunger. In that moment, all I wanted was to feel that knot inside me, pulsing and filling me with his essence while I marked him with my fangs.
