Page 49 of Bound in Flames

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you.” My voice, rough and husky, reverberated between us. "I tried to give you time to rest, but?—”

Her darkened gaze, pupils blown wide with desire. It was all the encouragement I needed. A low growl escaped me, my restraint hanging by a frayed thread, as I watched her pull her plump lower lip between her teeth. “Then don’t.”

A growl rumbled deep in my chest as my fingers tangled in her hair, dragging her close. Her soft body pressed against mine as I bend down, crashing my lips against hers. Claiming, devouring, desperate for her taste.

Parting her lips on a gasp, I seized the invitation and deepened the kiss. She moaned into me, hands fisting my pauldron, tugging me closer with a strength that belied her size. Her smaller body fit against mine in a way that made me ache, my hands roaming down her back to the swell of her hips, gripping hard enough to make her groan and rock against my thigh.

I lifted her easily, reveling in the way her legs locked around my waist without hesitation, her arms tight around my neck. The friction of her soft curves against my hardened muscles was exquisite. Torture and ecstasy all at once.

I ground her against my cock, and she let out a choked gasp that sent another surge of primal need burning through me. My lips trailed down her jaw, over the column of her throat where her pulse thundered beneath her delicate skin. I lingered there, savoring the way she shuddered against me as I nipped as her pulse point. The way she offered me her vulnerability without hesitation was intoxicating.

Her nails dug into my shoulders, dragging across scarred flesh, the sharp edge of pain heightening my pleasure, and I growled against her throat. "Mate." The word spilled from my lips like a prayer.

Her fingers trembled as they worked the buckles of my armor, the plates clattering to the floor as she went. When her hands skimmed up my bare chest, the warmth of her touch seared me to my very core, and I shivered in response. She touched me with such tenderness, as if I were something precious, and it made my heart soar. Gods, I was so lucky.

Carrying her to the bed, I laid her down gently in the furs, crowding over her. Her eyes met mine, heavy with desire, and my cock ached at the sight of her body arching toward me. The furs cradled her as I traced a thumb over her trembling lips, savoring the way she responded to my every touch.

“Please, Dex.” Her voice was breathless and needy.

The plea undid me. Stripping her tunic and leggings from her body in one swift motion, I kissed my way back up her trembling legs, letting my tongue lave over the softness of her thighs, my tusks leaving behind red angry scrapes on her skin. Each one a claiming mark of their territory.Mine.

“Gods, Cleo, your body is perfect.” I breathed against her, my mouth devouring her as I brushed across her hipbone, nipping at her skin as I went.

In a moment of weakness, I was dragging my lips down to her inner thigh, inhaling deeply. "This cunt is even more incredible." My tongue flicked against her heat, tasting the sweet slickness already pooling at her entrance.

Looking up, I saw a blush spread across her chest, and I smirked against her skin. “Why does it fluster you when I tell you how much I enjoy your body?”

“No one has ever made me feel like this before. I'm rather...curvy... for a human," she murmured, looking away almost awkwardly.

"Curvy? Human men arefools. Your body is perfect, plush thighs, full breasts, tight cunt," I groaned in response, continuing to lap gently at her. "Makes me want to lick every inch of it."

"Also, the words you use.” She bit her lower lip in embarrassment as she looked down at me.

“What? Cunt?” I teased, watching the way she squirmed under my attention, the muscles in her thighs tightening as I traced lazy circles with my thumb on her inner thigh.

“Yes, it’s so... crass.”

I chuckled, dragging my tongue firmly over her clit in a slow, deliberate stroke. “Humans have such odd views on intimacy. I much prefer orc culture. I can call it whatever I want.” My voice was thick with amusement. “And you like it, don’t try to deny it.”

I pressed my thick tongue deep into her before she could respond, groaning at the way her muscles pulsed around me, the taste of her sending my need spiraling out of control. Her back arched off the bed with a groan, hips rocking to chase more friction.

“Oh, don’t worry, little mate. You’re going to be feeling me fordays.” I chuckled, sliding a finger slowly into her slick heat to replace my tongue.

Listening to the hitch in her breathing as I worked her open only made me harder, the ache in my cock nearly unbearable. My tongue flicked over her clit in rhythm with my thrusts, coaxing her open, claiming her. When I added a second finger, her moans grew louder, her hips moving instinctively, taking me deeper. Her tight heat squeezed around my fingers, and I growled at the sight of her, utterly undone beneath me, writhing, trembling, flame-red hair fanned out like a halo.

“Look at how pretty you are, just for me. Tell me you can take another.” I groaned against her clit, before pulling it back between my teeth.

“Yes!” she gasped, grinding down into me, relishing in the prick of pain as she chased her pleasure.

I arched an eyebrow, pulling my lips from her clit and easing my thrusts in her clenching core, shushing her whines of disappointment. “Greedy little thing, aren't you... Yes, what?”

Her thighs flexed in frustration, but the desperation in her voice won over. “I can take another. Please! I need it!”

"Yes,what?” I growled, pressing back roughly into her cunt.

"Yes, mate.Please!"

Oh, how she begged so beautifully for me.

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