Page 12 of Orc Charming

“Do it.” I craved another taste.

A smile flashed across his mouth. Leaning forward, he captured my lips in the sweetest kiss. Hunger soon replaced the sweetness, and I grabbed onto his shoulders, tugging him down on top of me.

Maybe Iwasalso going into heat, though I’d never heard of that happening with women. But I’d also never wanted anyone as much as I did Deegar.

Moaning, I bucked my hips up toward him, encountering something very large I’d tried not to notice last night when he stripped down to his snug boxers.

We broke apart, and he stared down at me with so much affection in his eyes, it pulled me in. “Can I show you what a true mate does for his beloved?”

If a human man said this, I’d know it was a line, but Deegar was taking this so seriously. He meant what he said, and it was refreshing.

“What exactly are you offering?” It wasn’t a bad thing to be cautious.

“Let me touch you, taste you. That’ll be enough to satisfy my heat for now.”

I’d be foolish to fall into bed—nest—with a guy this fast, right? One hundred percent yes. Still, the words rushed from my mouth. “Show me.”

With a grin, he lifted one finger and a claw snapped out of . . . somewhere on the tip. I’d check his hands out later. He carefully slipped it under my shirt and bra, and before I could gasp, he sliced through the material as if it was tissue paper. Parting the shreds, he kissed my neck, nibbling on my skin while my mind succumbed once more.

This was crazy.Wewere crazy.

He couldn’t mean all this. But in my heart, I hoped he did.

Finding my mouth again, he drank from it, each of his kisses deeper than the last.

His hands moved lower, tracing my body. I was on fire as he kissed along my jawline and then lower to my breasts. My skin burned where his lips touched me, and sparks of electricity shotthrough me. His hands were strong and sure as they explored my curves, sending an uncontrollable shiver through my limbs.

He growled against my skin, a low rumble that sent a thrill through me. The sound made it clear that he wanted me, and the realization filled me with joy.

My heart thundered as his touch grew bolder and more insistent. Everywhere his hands roamed, I felt alive; everywhere his mouth tasted, I felt loved; everywhere he touched me, I felt desired beyond measure. He was showing me what it meant to be wanted—to be cherished—and it was beautiful beyond belief.

His hand was gentle yet possessive, making it clear that I belonged to him, and I wasn’t sure what I thought of that. But as he sucked my nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue across it, I was beyond caring. Everything inside me was wrapped up in this moment.

The heat of his breath against my skin caused goosebumps to rise while his tusks gently grazed over my nipples, sending a shockwave of pleasure straight to my core.

I was melting into him as he moved lower, his tongue tracing circles around my navel. He kept going, first slicing through my jeans and underwear, then pushing it aside.

“You’re beautiful, my lovely mate,” he said reverently against my skin. “I want to taste you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”

At my nod, he parted my thighs and kissed lower until he reached the apex between my legs.

He stroked down my saturated slit and sucked his fingers into his mouth, his gaze locked on mine. “You taste amazing, like sunshine and the sweetest berries.”

That couldn’t be true, but he sucked me deeper into this time with him. Nothing and no one could draw me away.

With a smile, he licked from my opening up to my clit. “So sweet. Perfect.” While his hands massaged my sides and hips, he circled my clit with his tongue before tugging it into his mouth.

Like I was a rocket, I burst upward, moaning.

He lingered on my clit for what felt like an eternity; exploring every bit of it with an expertise I’d never experienced before. The sensation of him loving me in this way was nearly overwhelming. I gasped and pumped my hips up to him, clutching his horns. When I stroked them, he growled against my flesh.

He slipped a finger into my passage and growled again. “Wet,” he barked before diving back onto my clit. Another finger joined the first, and he pumped them, gliding them across my inner walls while I cried out with pleasure.

I writhed beneath him, my body trembling as he increased the pressure and intensity of his movements. His tongue flicked against my clit as his fingers continued their exploration. I could feel my orgasm building, radiating from my core and spreading outwards until I was about to be consumed by it.

My breathing was ragged, and my heart raced as he began to slide his fingers in and out of me faster and faster. With each thrust, a wave of pleasure ripple through my body. It intensified when he added a third finger to the mix. The sensation was almost too much for me to bear; it felt like all the energy in my body had been focused on this one moment, this one feeling that was so intense it almost hurt.

He continued flicking his tongue across my clit while thrusting into me with an expert rhythm that brought me closer and closer to the edge.

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