Breath left me in a gasp. The tenderness of his confession gutted me. His honesty disarmed me. I’d never felt so vulnerable with a man before, like he could destroy my heart if he so wished. At the same time, I trusted him to keep me safe—all of me—my body, my soul, and my heart if I gave it to him.
“Oh, Grat,” I breathed out, wrapping my arms around his thick neck.
My mouth fitted perfectly between his tusks when our lips connected in a soft, warm kiss.
It was all so new to me, and not only because Grat was a bog orc, a species I’d never even seen before meeting him. Grat was the first man I truly wanted. Before him, intimacy had beeneither an obligation or a threat that I’d do anything to avoid. Now, I couldn’t keep my hands off him as I cupped his cheek to deepen our kiss.
He groaned, pulling back to catch his breath.
“Fuck, Khala, sweetheart. Kissing you is even better than I dreamed it’d be. But I want more. I always want more with you.”
He slipped a hand under my tunic, stroking my bare thigh underneath. His hands trembled with restraint.
“Let me, Khala. Please. I promise, I’ll be gentle,” he rasped.
“I thought you didn’t do ‘gentle,’” I teased.
“For you, I’ll try. I’ll do anything to have you.”
It gave me a heady feeling to be wanted so desperately, more so because Grat wanted me for me, not for my family name or what it could give him. He took me as I was, with nothing to offer him but the clothes I was wearing, and even those were his.
“Then have me, Grat. I want to be yours.”
I lifted my hands for him to take my tunic off over my head. With a soft hum of appreciation, he buried his face in my bare chest.
“I dreamed about this, Khala,” he murmured against my skin. “I dreamed about being with you. Just like this.”
He dragged his tongue over my nipple, sending ripples of tingling anticipation along my skin.
“What a wonderful dream that must’ve been,” I exhaled.
“It sure was. I came three times last night, harder than ever,” he said so earnestly, it made me laugh.
Grat didn’t waste time on pretenses—a trait that made it so refreshing for me to be with him.
“Do you fantasize about me?” I murmured, tracing the side of his face with the tips of my fingers.
He turned his head to place a quick kiss on my caressing hand.
“All the fucking time,” he groaned, carrying me to one of the chairs by the fire pit. “I can’t sleep, can’t think about anything or anyone but you. I couldn’t even stay at the keep for as long as I’d planned. I just wanted to be here with you. It’s a good thing I came early too.” He tossed a glance at the dead toad that lay like a brown heap of mud on the side of the clearing.
“We should clean that up.” I winced.
He jerked his head impatiently. “Later. I have something far more important to do first.”
Lowering himself into the chair, he placed me on his lap, then raked a hungry stare over my naked body.
Excitement bubbled inside me, pebbling my skin with a rush of goosebumps.
“These are by far the smallest tits I’ve ever licked,” he marveled out loud before swirling his tongue over my hard, tingling nipple.
“Do you normally prefer large breasted women?” I asked, curious.
Grat made me feel desirable in every way. I refused to give up even a smidge of this new found confidence, but I wanted to know everything about him.
“I used to. The bigger the better,” he admitted with brutal honesty. “But now, I prefer them the exact size that yours are. I just want you, Khala, and I love everything about you, every single fucking thing.”
With his tusks pressed to each side of my breast, he raked his teeth over my nipple. Pleasure trickled through my belly, pooling with heat between my legs. I moaned, hugging his head to me tighter.
