Page 24 of Veil of Dreams

The once-opulent decor now lies in tatters, replaced by makeshift repairs and improvised furnishings. The air is thick with the scent of sawdust and fresh paint, a testament to their hard work.

Gorthak gifts me the largest bedchambers in the manor.

"A sanctuary from the chaos," he told me.

He's refused to let me lift a finger for anything, which I find both exasperating and very, very sexy.

The bedchambers are grand, with high ceilings and large windows that let in the golden light of the setting sun. The massive bed, adorned with plush pillows and soft furs, dominates the room.

And I plan on using it as soon as possible.

I've chosen an outfit that leaves little to the imagination, a daring combination of sheer fabrics and strategically placed lace. My heart races as I wait for Gorthak, my body tingling withanticipation. The sound of his heavy footsteps grows louder, and I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves.

The door creaks open, and Gorthak steps into the room. He's covered in sweat and grime, no doubt from the task of rebuilding now that he and the others have chased off or killed any remaining dark elves. He's been hard at work every day since he saved my life.

And I plan on repaying him all night long.

His eyes widen as they take me in, and he stops dead in his tracks. A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face, and I feel a thrill run down my spine. I bite my lower lip, enjoying the effect I have on him.

"Well," he muses. "That is a sight I can get used to."

"Welcome home, big boy," I purr.

He lets out a rumbling growl, tossing his tools down without caring to look where they land. I grin in response, unable to keep it in any longer.

"Long day?" I ask.

I shift on the plush blankets, getting on my hands and knees to slowly crawl toward the edge of the bed.

Gorthak closes the distance between us in a few long strides, his powerful arms encircling me. He leans down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless.

"You drive me fucking insane, Cassia," he says against my mouth.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yes," he grits out.

It's like he's trying to keep himself reigned in. But I don't want that. I want him to let go.

I reach for the laces of Gorthak's trousers, my fingers trembling with anticipation. As I untie them, I can't help but notice the bulge that strains against the fabric. My mouth practically waters at the sight of it.

Finally, I free his cock from its confines, and I'm not disappointed. It's thick and hard, just as I knew it would be. The veins pulse with need, and I can't resist leaning forward to lick at the tip.

Gorthak lets out a strangled groan, and it only spurs me on. I wrap my lips around his cock, using my hands to stroke the base as I suck him deeper into my mouth.

His thighs tremble with pleasure, and he fists my hair, guiding my movements. I can feel his desperation as he fucks my face, and it only makes me want him more.

"Fuck, Cassia," he growls, his voice low and rough. "You feel so good."

I moan in response, the vibrations sending a shiver down his spine. I can feel him getting closer, his cock swelling in my mouth.

"I'm going to come," he warns me, his grip on my hair tightening.

But I don't want him to stop. I want to feel him lose control, to know that I'm the one who's driving him wild. I suck harder, my hands working in tandem with my mouth.

And then, with a final groan, he comes. I swallow every last drop, savoring the taste of him.

Gorthak wraps his hand around my throat and lifts me effortlessly. "You are a naughty, naughty little human."

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