Page 19 of Resisting the Wicked Orc

“Ask nicely,” he said, his breath hot against my core.

I narrowed my eyes. “Fuck you.”

“That’s the plan, Red.” He chuckled, the vibration teasing against my skin. “But first...”

He leaned forward, his tongue flicking against my clit in a feather-light touch that had me arching my back. Just enough to make me want more, not enough to satisfy.

“Zral,” I growled, my tail lashing behind me.

“Yes?” He repeated the motion, slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Don’t tease me.”

“Then tell me what you want.” Another slow lick, slightly firmer this time. “Be specific.”

I tangled my fingers in his wet hair, tugging him closer. “I want your mouth on me. Now.”

His grin widened. “That’s a start.”

Then his mouthwason me, licking, sucking, tasting. My eyes fell shut, head falling back as pleasure arced through my body. He was relentless, gripping my thighs and holding me open as he devoured me. A string of curses fell from my lips, interwoven with gasps and moans.

I clutched his head, burying his face against me. My hips rolled instinctively, grinding against him. One large hand slid up to cup my breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers. Pleasure built inside me, winding tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

“Fuck,” I gasped, my head falling back as he slid a finger inside me. “Zral!”

He hummed against my clit, and the vibration sent shockwaves through me. A second finger joined the first, stretching me deliciously as he curled them inside me, finding that spot that made my vision blur.

“That’s it,” he murmured against me. “Let go, Red. I want to feel you come on my tongue.”

When he sucked my clit between his lips, the sensation sent me tumbling over the edge. White-hot bliss crashed through me, my body clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He didn’t let up, licking and sucking until I was trembling, oversensitive and gasping.

Only then did he pull back, looking up at me with a self-satisfied grin. He rose from the water, droplets streaming down his muscular chest. Fuck, how I wanted to explore him. Trace the contours of his muscles. Learn every tattoo and scar. Map all the sounds I could pull from his lips.

“Amazing, Rava.” He kissed the corner of my mouth. “You taste fucking amazing.”

I grabbed his wrist, drawing his fingers to my lips. “If you think I’m done with you yet...” I drew his fingers into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them. His eyes darkened, pupils dilating with lust.

Without warning, he gripped my hips and lifted me from the ledge. A shocked laugh bubbled out of me as he dragged me down into the water. My legs locked around his waist, my arms around his neck as our mouths crashed together again.

The cool water felt heavenly against my flushed skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his body, the hard press of his cock against me. His hands roamed my body, cupping my breasts, squeezing my ass, exploring every inch of me. I rocked against him, biting back a groan. I felt empty without him. Hollow. Need clawed at me, consuming thought and reason.

“Are you sure about this?” he murmured against my mouth.

I met his gaze, seeing the restraint in his eyes. Even now, with desire coursing through both of us, he was giving me a choice. Offering, not taking.

“Yes,” I said, cupping his face in my hands. “I want this. I want you.”

He captured my mouth in a fierce kiss as he pushed inside me, stretching me slowly. I gasped against his lips, the slight burn of his size giving way to pleasure as he filled me inch by inch. I rocked against him, urging him on. His breathing grew ragged, fingers digging into my hips with bruising intensity.

Our eyes met when he finally bottomed out. Something passed between us, a connection formed by the softness in his gaze, the gentle brush of his thumb on my hip. All those raw and real emotions that would be so simple to acknowledge if I wasn’t bound by promises made for me.

“Rava...” He exhaled my name like a prayer, and I knew I was lost.

Lost in him. In this moment. In the hope that there would be a lifetime of tonights to claim for myself.

I kissed him again, pouring all the words I couldn’t speak into the kiss. Words of hope and fear and need. Then I began to move.

He met my rhythm, thrusting slowly, savoring every roll of my hips. The drag of his cock sent sparks of pleasure through me with every stroke. I clung to him, wrapping my tail around his leg for leverage. My fingernails dug into his shoulders, scoringhis skin, but he seemed to revel in it, groaning into the crook of my neck.

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