“What—?”
My fingers tightened in his braids, but I wasn’t certain if ‘twas to keep him there or pull him away.
“Vrogul!”
With a low growl, he tipped his head, scraping one tusk along my inner thigh, making me whimper and buck, my bare arse half-sticking to the rock as my cunny wept with need.
His tongue was wide and ridged, and we both groaned at the first lick. The sensation was intense, his tongue dragging over my sensitive flesh, exploring every fold, every secret place.
His fingers slid inside me, stretching me, filling me as he’d done earlier, as his tongue focused on my clitoris. He licked and circled, driving me higher and higher. My handsclutched his braids, holding on for dear life as I ground against his mouth, all other thought forgotten.
I needed this, neededhim, more than I needed my next breath.
The sensations were brutal, overwhelming, and my climax was equally so.
When it hit, ‘twas sudden and violent. I screamed again, the sound ripped from my throat, a mixture of surprise and sheer pleasure. My body convulsed, my inner muscles clamping down on his fingers, my thighs clamping around his ears, my hips bucking against his mouth as I rode out the ecstasy.
Vrogul groaned, his mouth and tongue continuing to work me, drawing out every last wave of my orgasm until I was a shivering, breathless mess.
Oh God. Oh God.
As the waves subsided, I slumped back, my body sated but my mind reeling.
Vrogul slowly lifted his head, his eyes glowing, his chin wet with my release. He looked fierce, dangerous, and utterly irresistible. There waspridein his eyes and a challenge in the way he slid that incredible tongue over his lips, gathering in my desire.
And in that moment, I knew, enemy or not, I didn’t think I could walk away.
“Now,” he growled, planting his palms on the rock on either side of me. He leaned in as I stared, breathless and wide-eyed up at him.
“Wee wildcat, ye ken what I want?”
Please please please please.
I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted to bringhimpleasure. I tipped my head back, squeezed his hips with my knees, and met his challenge.
“What, Vrogul?” I whispered, my throat raw from my screaming pleasure. “What do you want from me?”
His grin was as wicked as he was.
“I want ye to wash my back.”
