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My heart skitters with excitement as a wild part of me rises to the surface. I’ve spent so long doing nothing but work, work, work. I don’t regret a single penny spent to make Nonna’s final days comfortable, but the debt’s been crushing me ever since. Isn’t it time I get to have a little fun?

I look deep into his eyes and deliberately squirm again.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Rovann

My mouth takes Olivia’s, my tusks nipping at her lips until she opens for me. The low growl filling my chest grows into a rumble at the first touch of her tongue. This. I need this. I need her, like I need air.

I want to gulp her up, drown in her. Fill her and knot her until she shatters around me, crying my name.

Yet I saw the look in her eye, the hesitation. My bride is being brave for me, and I would do well to build upon that trust. My moon bound can ‘get to know me’ by first learning the pleasure of my tongue.

She gasps as we break apart, her cheeks flushed a pretty pink that deepens as my fingers slide the thin straps of fabric from her shoulders. The water hides nothing from my greedy gaze as the wet triangles of fabric peel from her skin. Pretty dark-pink nipples like the ripest of raspberries make my mouth water. I groan as I palm one breast, the soft weight of it swallowed by my hand.

Olivia’s quiet moan drives me wild. I play with her nipple, plucking it and rolling it between my fingers to see what she likes best. The need to taste her drives me, and I lick my way down her neck, stopping to tease her with my tusks when I reach the waterline. Unwilling to be deterred, I lift her until her chest breaks through the water, offering up the globes of her breasts. Sunlight sparkles off the drops wetting her tan skin.

I suck her nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it until she grasps my head to hold me in place, tugging me to her.

“Rovann!”

My cock jumps to hear my name on her lips in that needy plea.

I nip at the other one, scraping her breast with my tusks just enough to mark her tan skin in a way that makes possessiveness fill my chest.

Unable to hold back any longer, I spin and set her on one of the mossy stones ringing the pool. The fabric still rings her torso, the straps trapping her elbows. I rip it into shreds with an impatient growl and toss it away.

My fingers curl in the scrap of cloth hiding her sex, and my bride sucks in a startled breath when I tear it away, baring her to me. Trimmed curls of water-darkened hair hide nothing, and I spread her thighs so I can drink her in.

Then I meet her lovely hazel eyes. “Olivia, my bride, you are the moon rising on a dark night, lighting the world with your beauty.”

A small smile lifts the edges of her lips, a mix of pleasure and disbelief. Has no one told her how lovely she is? Fools. They should have fallen at her feet in thanks to be allowed to gaze upon her beauty.

I lower into the water, licking a path down her stomach to the top of one thigh. Her soft skin slides like silk under my tongue as I lift her leg onto my shoulder. Picking up her other leg, I kiss and lick my way down her inner thigh. Her scent blooms, ripe with her arousal, and my nostrils flare. Everything about her entrances me.

I leave another love mark on her inner thigh and can hold back no longer. At the first lick, the sweet, salty taste of her honey coats my tongue in ambrosia. She whimpers when I find the pearl waiting at the top of her sex, exactly where my stud will touch once I’m buried inside her. The thought makes my cock jump, thick, milky fluid leaking from the tip into the clear water. I scoop it up, rubbing the cream into her thigh.

“What?” She pants louder. “Oh, god. Whatisthat?”

Rising just enough for my hips to clear the surface of the pond, I pump my length, working more thick fluid from it.

“Are you coming already?” Her eyes go wide.

“This? No, this is far too little for a climax.” I gather up a handful of pearly cream and rub it across her sweet breasts, making her gasp as their berry tips tighten further. “This will ensure our pleasure. Orc seed is an aphrodisiac.”

“Mmm. I like it. It’s certainly intoxicating.” She makes one of her delightful little wiggles, her body moving, seeking more touch, and I dive down, unable to resist the allure of her scent.

I lap at her folds, sucking and working until her hands grip my head, her hips rising to grind against my face.

“That’s it, my bride. Take your pleasure.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Olivia

The tip of Rovann’s tongue dances over my clit, and I writhe, my body straining for more. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. A gentle breeze caresses my damp skin, making it tingle, especially everywhere he rubbed orc seed onto me.

And god, why is that so hot?

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