Page 17 of Stealing the Troll’s Heart

Raz’jin

I can tell by her voice that it hurts. There’s no getting around that. But there’s gratification there, too, as I sink all the way inside her—as far as I can get, anyway. Her body simply can’t swallow all of me, but it doesn’t matter. She’s so perfectly tight, so hot and wet and squeezing all around me that I have to try hard not to come immediately.

I wait for her to adjust to me again before I pull out, and then shove myself inside her again. This is what I’ve always dreamed about, and it’s everything I could have imagined and so much more. After a few more strokes, I notice the tears. They’ve started to stream down her face along the crease of her round cheeks, and I stop moving immediately.

Tel-eesa shakes her head. “Keep going,” she whimpers out. She wants it as much as it hurts, too.

But I shouldn’t drag this out. I pull her up as close to me as I can, so our bodies are flush, and thrust once, twice, three more times. It feels like the most perfect bliss I could have imagined. She’s moaning while tears stream down her face, gripping me around the neck with all of the force in her entire body.

And then it hits me. I feel myself swell up fat, and she lets out a cry of surprise. Then I eject everything I have. She’s so tight that it’s like she’s wringing me out, squeezing every last droplet out of me, and a low growl escapes me. I fill her up and more, until my seed is gushing out of her onto the bed.

We stay like that for some time, her body clenched around my cock like a vice. Slowly I withdraw it, and I know it must hurt like a bitch, but she doesn’t make a sound.

I fall down to the bed next to her, and it creaks under my weight. I don’t know what I expected the human to do after I just fucked her for the first time in her life, but rolling over and curling up close to my chest wasn’t it. Her arms wind around my back, one of them down to my butt, which she has the gall to squeeze.

I chuckle into her hair. What a brave, foolish little human I’ve found. Who found me.

As she falls asleep between my arms, I have this feeling that I won’t want to let her go again.

Chapter 8

Telise

It was like the most exquisite torture possible.

I swallowed him up, as much as I could, and he filled me to a place I’d never imagined.

Now, my legs soaked in him, Raz’jin is gently running a hand down through my hair. His fingers stick in the occasional knot, but he combs it out without causing me any pain. It’s such a soft gesture that I sink into his chest, where I can hear the slow, steady beating of his huge heart. Here, I can almost ignore the throbbing between my legs. Here, absolutely nothing can hurt me.

I fall asleep like that, just balled up in Raz’jin’s huge arms. When I wake up to light coming in the one small window, a bit of drool has slid out of my lip onto one of those arms. But I’m not alone. My troll is dead asleep, like he’s been knocked unconscious. It’s amazing to see him so vulnerable. I could have cut his throat at any time in the night and stolen his beautiful emerald.

Eventually I have to move, and his eyes slowly open. They’re soft, softer than I ever expected from a creature like him.

“Mmm,” he mumbles out, yawning. “Good morning.”

I repeat it back to him in Trollkin. “Good morning.”

The sound of my voice seems to tickle him, because the side of his mouth goes up.

Eventually I do have to work, so I pry myself away and put my clothes back on. I wince a few times as I wriggle on the pants.

“Sorry,” he says. I raise both eyebrows. What is he apologizing for? He makes an “O” shape with one hand, then pokes his finger through it, like a dick in a hole.

I have to laugh, and soon I’m buckled over and gasping at the renewed bolt of pain between my legs. Not sure how to say what I want to say in Trollkin, I just shrug my shoulders. Shit happens. That’s life.

I’m not sure if he’ll still be here later, but I certainly hope so. I want another round at least before he leaves Eyra Cove.

Raz’jin

Of course I don’t leave.

You don’t get your hands on the little nymph who ruled your fantasies for that long and let her go so quickly. Especially not one who has gifted you her first time in the blankets.

Soon I’ll have to leave—the weather is changing quickly—but not just yet. I plan to make myself at home for now.

“You having a go at that human?” It’s the bartender around dinnertime. Why is he even talking to me?

“What business of yours?” I ask with a snarl.

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