Page 43 of Agor

“Agor...” She swayed toward me, as if unable to keep the distance between us. I helped her close it by grabbing her arms and pulling her to me.

She dropped her hands, her shawl opening. I cupped her tit, as if her chest was where my hands belonged.

“It’s just sex,” she squeaked as I tweaked her nipple.

“It’s so much more than just sex, woman,” I growled. “And you know it.”

I grabbed her ass with my other hand. My cock grew as hard as a rock, and I shoved her against it.

“If it’s just about sex, then why don’t I get this hard this quickly for anyone else, Becca? Why don’t I want just any woman in my bed but you? I don’t want just any pussy. My mouth salivates instantly when I think about yours.”

She whimpered, rubbing herself against my cock through our clothes.

“Agor, all of what you’ve just said is still just about sex.”

“Then why do I get sick to my stomach every time I eat now, knowing that you don’t have enough food? Why does rage choke me when I imagine someone may hurt you while you sleep unprotected in this old wagon of yours? Why do I thinkabout you everywhere I look and everywhere I go? It feels like you’re with me even when you’re far away. When I have to come up with a solution, why do I wonder what you’d say about the problem?” I yanked her closer as if I could squeeze the answers out of her. “Why, Becca? Tell me. Just sex would’ve been so much easier. But I don’t want it easy anymore. I wantyou.”

Her breathing turned fast and shallow. She still kept her hands off me but leaned toward me with her entire body.

“I think about you all the time too.”

“Because we’re meant to be together,” I answered all my questions for her. “Body and soul.”

Finally, she touched me. Sliding her hands up my chest, she cupped my face.

“My people will never allow it,” she said softly. “They think of orcs as enemies.”

“I don’t care what others think. Just say you’re mine, and no one would stop me from claiming you. For life.” I pressed my lips to the side of her neck. A breath of her scent proved more satisfying than a drink of the finest ale.

“If it isn’t just sex, then what is it that you really want?” she worried. “Do you know that I’m not that good at housekeeping? I can’t bake meat pies as delicious as Violette’s or make you a nice shirt like this one.” She stroked my chest, sending a shot of heat to my cock. “And I really, really like being a village guard. I’m too damn good at it to just give it up and never miss it.”

I nibbled on her skin, making her whimper in need. She pulled down her neckline, exposing more of her neck and shoulder for me to feast on.

“I have enough gold to buy as many meat pies as I can eat and the nicest shirts out there,” I assured her, trailing words and kisses along her skin. “What I really want is something no gold can buy. I want a lifetime with you, and I’ll do everything tohave you. If you want to be a guard, be one. My keep needs good warriors just as much as your village does.”

Taking my face in her hands, she turned it to her. Her eyes searched mine intently, as if trying to read the truth deep inside me.

“You really mean it.” It didn’t come as a question. She seemed to have found what she looked for in my expression. I had nothing to hide and no need to lie. I wanted to win her over, not to trick her.

She rose on her tiptoes, and I leaned down, meeting her in a kiss. It felt so right to kiss her again. I missed it so much, I had no idea how I had made it without kissing or touching her all this time.

Lust surged in me, rumbling low in my throat. I hiked up her shirt, searching for her bare flesh.

“Want you,” I groaned as she pulled back.

“Just...give me a moment,” she exhaled.

Her shawl dropped to the floor. She left it there, heading to the bed. She didn’t invite me to follow her. But even if she did, I wouldn’t dare to fuck her in her bed. If I did, the bed and possibly this entire wagon would fall apart.

She lifted the curtain next to the pup’s pillow.

“Come on, Dumpling. Time to go to bed.”

She let the dog sleep in her bed? The brat was so spoiled already, she’d never get him to sleep outside on his own now.

The pup jumped onto the bed and curled into a ball on her pink and yellow quilt.

“Good boy,” Becca murmured in a voice that made my cock jump to attention.

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