Page 40 of Bound to the Orc King

The last rays of evening sunlight fall around him like a corona, lighting the dips and swells of his muscles. I spent half my time in Europe in museums. What people choose to commemorate in art says a lot about them, plus there’s all the pretty. What’s not to love?

The sculptors of the ancient world made gods emerge from marble. But not a single one of them captured the perfection of the male form I see now.

Aldronn’s shoulders are a work of art, and my palms tingle with the need to grip their wide strength. The only thing better than the shoulders is his chest… and his abs, and shit, his arms are pretty fantastic, too. So really, just all of him.

“Like what you see?”

His amused rumble makes me realize my mouth hangs open. I snap it closed and wiggle forward on the shelf enough to pull off my shirt.

Aldronn’s hand fists around it, and he tosses it to the bank without looking away from me.

I lift my chin. The damp lace of my lavender bra leaves nothing to the imagination. I don’t have a big chest like most American guys want, but I like my body. If Aldronn doesn’t, this can end here and now. I’m not settling for anything less.

“Goddess, May, you’re beautiful.” His dark gaze roves over my bare skin, heating everywhere it touches and melting away any of my worries.

Something tight in my chest relaxes. I always like to think I’m tough, that no one else’s opinion on my body matters, but I’m only human. OfcourseI want him to like me exactly as I am.

Joy fizzes in my blood as I grin and crook a finger.

Aldronn swoops in for a kiss, moving so quickly he’s almost a blur. His tusks nip at me, hot and hungry, and he moans into my mouth when my tongue slides against his.

God, I’ve never felt so sexy.

His hands tug at my jeans, fingers hooking into the waistband. The heavy wet denim fights him, and he growls, “How do you get these damned things open?”

A huff of laughter escapes me. “I’ll get it.” I push his hands away and pop the metal button free with my thumb.

Aldronn watches like a hawk as if memorizing exactly how to do it, so he can strip me next time. The thought sends a bolt of tingles zipping through my clit. He removes my ankle boots and throws them over onto dry ground, my socks a soggy ball that sails after them.

Then I’m in his arms, held in a bridal carry that lets me shove my jeans off my hips. The fabric peels down my legs until I’m stopped by his arm under my knees. He returns me to the ledge, his warm hands gliding down my thighs to the edge of the denim, then continuing, undressing me as he goes.

He lifts me onto a higher shelf and brings my foot to his mouth, holding my gaze as his tongue licks the hollow of my ankle. It’s never been an erogenous zone before, but it sure as shit is one now. I gasp, squirming, unable to hold still.

Aldronn smirks, hot and wicked, and licks his way up my leg, taking his time, watching my every reaction. He alternates between the soft swipe of his tongue and the delicious scrape of his tusks, the contrast of the two better than either on their own. Fuck, he’s good at this.

By the time he reaches my inner thigh, there’s another waterfall in my panties. They’re completely soaked, and it has nothing to do with my time in the water.

He nuzzles at the purple lace, his nose brushing near my clit without touching where I most want him. “Fuck, May, you smell amazing.”

Then he tongues me through the damp fabric, his tusks pressing into me.

I gasp and clutch at his head as he fastens his mouth over my clit and sucks once, sending tingles bursting through me.

One hand slides over my skin, reaching the cups of my bra and tugging the triangles down until he can pluck at my nipples.

I moan, the sensation exquisite.

His other hand teases the edge of my panty leg, following the lace from my hip to the crease of my inner thigh, leaving my skin burning everywhere he touches. Then his fingers hook under the stretchy fabric, pulling it out of the way. His tongue flicks out, licking over my folds, and he groans, the sound vibrating as his lips move over my heated skin.

“You taste even better than you smell, my little queen.” He smirks up at me, hot and wicked, and plunges his tongue into my core.

“Fuck!” My heels dig into the cliff face, my hips trying to lift from the shelf.

He gives a sinful chuckle, the hand on my breast splaying wide to hold me in place as he continues to fuck me with his tongue.

My heart pounds, my breath coming in excited pants. The pleasure builds, coiling tighter with each lick until I feel like I’m ready to explode.

Aldronn straightens, pulling away so quickly I topple off the ledge.

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