Page 37 of The Orc's Promised Bride

“Such a pretty gown.” He rubbed his thumb across the stiff peak again and smiled when her breath caught. “But it’s in my way. May I remove it?”

Her eyes widened, and then she nodded.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

The nightgown had no fastenings, just a simple bow securing the front. He slipped his fingers under the edges, then hesitated, searching her face.

“Please,” she begged, and his Beast purred with satisfaction.

The tie gave way easily and he peeled the gown away, revealing her slender form. Her nipples were a dark dusky pink and the sight of the stiff little peaks made his mouth water.

“Beautiful,” he growled.

“You’re staring,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing a darker red.

“And you’re lovely.”

She squirmed in his lap and he couldn’t resist pulling her against his cock again. Now only the fabric of his sleep pants separated him from the damp heat of her core and he groaned.

Her slight weight felt perfect against him, like she was made to fit there. But even as desire coursed through him, he watched her face intently for any sign of fear or hesitation.

Instead of tensing or pulling away, she melted against him. Her fingers traced patterns on his bare chest, sending sparks of electricity through his body. His Beast purred at her willing submission, but he forced himself to gentle his hands.

“You make me feel safe,” she whispered, tilting her face up to his. Her dark eyes held trust and something deeper that made his heart stutter. “Kiss me again?”

The simple request shattered what remained of his resistance. But even as need consumed him, he maintained enough control to be careful of his tusks as he lowered his head to hers.

The kiss was slower, sweeter, but no less heated. His tongue swept her mouth, and when her tongue brushed against his, he nearly lost control. Her hips shifted against him, pressing her core against his hard cock. Once again his hands tightened before he forced himself to release her.

“Fuck, I want you,” he growled. “Will you let me taste your sweet cunt, little valai?”

The pink in her cheeks spread down her throat. The delicate flush made his beast rumble with satisfaction, and his cock flexed against her.

“Oh.” Her eyes widened, her pupils dilating. “Yes. Please.”

He gently lifted her from his lap, placing her on the bed, and slid down between her legs. She watched him, her eyes wide with a combination of desire and nerves.

“Have you ever done this before?” he asked and she shook her head.

“A female’s pleasure is not important.”

She sounded as if she were quoting someone and he frowned.

“A female’s pleasure is more important than anything else.”

He shook his head at her skeptical expression. She would find out soon enough that he meant every word. He lowered his head and stroked his tongue along the delicate folds, tasting her wetness. Her back arched as she gave a startled cry.

“Too much?” he whispered, letting his breath wash over the damp flesh.

“N-no. No,” she repeated more firmly. “Please do that again.”

Smiling at the polite little demand, he repeated the caress, savoring her sweet intoxicating flavor. Her body responded to his touch, her hips rocking upwards, and this time he could hear the pleasure in her soft moan.

“Mmm,” he murmured, pressing a kiss against the crease where her thigh met her hip. “So sweet.”

Her skin tasted like salt and honey and he wanted more. He returned his attention to her cunt, seeking the sensitive bud that gave human females pleasure. The tip of his tongue found the tiny nub and her hips bucked off the bed.

“There it is,” he purred. “That’s the spot.”

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