Page 32 of Agor

He thought about me, just like I couldn’t get him out of my mind, either.

The remaining coils of the rope loosened around him and slid down his torso. He straightened his legs while holding me to him, with my feet dangling in the air.

“What a treat to touch you with both hands for once,” he murmured, nuzzling my neck.

Just seeing him again felt like a treat I didn’t think I’d get. I twined my arms around his neck and hooked my legs around his torso.

“It was you who brought back my armor, wasn’t it?”

“Yes. I overheard you said it used to belong to your mother. Things like that cannot be replaced.”

I pressed my forehead to his. My heart swelled with gratitude for his understanding. My throat tightened. I cleared it, not giving a chance for tears to spring to my eyes.

“Was Nacy upset to give it up?”

“She’ll be fine,” he assured me. “I let her keep it long enough to copy the pattern. She’ll make one for herself.”

Without thinking, I placed a kiss on his temple.

“You are a foolish, careless orc. You almost got yourself killed.”

“It was worth it.” He slipped a hand inside my tunic, but the neckline was too high for his thick forearm to fit through.

“Rip it,” I said.

He growled low in his throat. Gripping the edge of the neckline, he tore the tunic down the middle, letting my breasts spill out.

“Oh, I missed you two,” he told them, making me chuckle as he buried his face in my chest.

Desire coursed through my body. But there was something else mixed with it. Wistfulness? Longing? I wasn’t sure exactly.But it made every touch between us feel more poignant somehow. The feeling unsettled me in a way I wasn’t ready for.

Instead of analyzing it, I demanded, “Fuck me, Agor.”

It was simpler this way—just sex, plain and straightforward, instead of the tangled mess of emotions that stormed inside me.

“Gladly,” he growled. “But first, I want to taste you.”

He turned us around, pressing my back to the pole he’d been tied to before, then heaved me all the way up to his shoulders.

“Must you wear pants?” He groaned between my legs. “Skirts are so much better for this.”

“Let me down, and I’ll take them off.”

“No. I’ve no patience for that.” He bit into the fabric over my crotch, making me squeak, then tore through my pants like a hungry dog trying to get to a treat. “Mmm,” he moaned, dipping his tongue inside me.

I bucked my hips against his mouth. Winding his hair over my wrist, I used it to balance on his shoulders and to guide him. His tusks pressed harder on each side of my opening as he dove deeper. I rode his tongue, taking it all.

He ate me out with gusto, and I realized how much I’d missed this—his unbridled passion, his carefree abandon, the way he gave it all. Fuck, I missedhim. And I already knew there was no one else who’d ever match Agor for me.

I bit into my forearm to muffle my screams as I came hard on his tongue. Stroking and lapping at me, he milked every shudder of pleasure before I slackened against him. Then he slid me down the pole.

“You taste better every time.” He smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

I hooked a finger around his gold-encrusted tusk.

“How do orcs kiss, Agor? Show me.”

His grin spread wider. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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