Page 107 of Her Orc Protector

I stiffened, and Uldrek immediately pulled back, concern etching his features. "What's wrong?"

I shook my head, frustrated with myself, with the lingering shadows of the day. "Nothing. I just..." I took a breath, then met his eyes. "I need to be on top."

Without hesitation, he rolled onto his back, pulling me with him so I straddled his waist. "Better?" he asked, hands settling lightly at my hips.

The change in position was like a breath of fresh air. I nodded, feeling the tension drain from my shoulders. "Much."

He smiled up at me, a warm, genuine thing that reached his eyes. "Good," he said, then reached up to brush a strand of hair from my face. "You can have whatever you need."

In that moment, with the stars wheeling overhead and Uldrek solid beneath me, I realized what I needed wasn't safety or protection. It was this—the freedom to choose, to take, to give. The power to move as I wanted, to touch as I wanted. To reclaim not just my body, but the joy it could feel.

I leaned down to kiss him, slow and deep, my hair falling around us like a curtain. His hands skimmed up my sides, ghosted over the curve of my breasts, but never directing, never controlling. Just touch for touch's sake.

When I broke the kiss, I shifted lower, trailing my mouth down his neck, his chest, the flat plane of his stomach. His breathing quickened as I moved, his muscles tightening under my touch. He was already hard, his cock straining against my thigh.

I wanted to taste him. Wanted to see him come undone, to know I was the cause.

I slid lower still, settling between his legs, and took him in my bandaged hand. He was thick, hot, the skin impossibly soft over rigid flesh. He groaned as I stroked him once, twice, his hips shifting restlessly beneath my touch.

"Issy," he breathed, his voice strained. "Your hands—"

"Are fine," I assured him, looking up to meet his gaze. "I want this."

Before he could protest further, I leaned down and took him into my mouth. His breath hissed out between his teeth, his head falling back against the cloak as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. I took my time, learning what made his breath catch, what made his hips jerk upward, what drew those low, rumbling groans from his chest.

His hand came to rest at the back of my head, not pushing, just holding, his fingers tangling in my hair to keep it out of my face.When I glanced up, I found him watching me, his eyes hooded but intent, as if he couldn't bear to look away.

"Stars, Issy," he murmured, his voice rough with want.

I pulled back, letting him slip from my mouth with a wet sound that was obscene and perfect. I raised an eyebrow. "What, you didn't think I'd been fantasizing about this too?"

There was a pause, and then his mouth curled into a slow, delighted grin. "Did your fantasy include me making that noise I just made?"

"Obviously," I said, moving back up his body to straddle his hips again. "That one and a few others."

When I leaned forward to kiss him, I could feel him laughing softly against my lips. "You really don't need me for anything, do you?" he asked, but there was no accusation in it now, just wonder.

I traced the line of his jaw, considering. "I can think of a few things," I said, then shifted my weight, crawling up his body until my knees were on either side of his head.

His eyes widened in pleased surprise, his hands coming up to grip my thighs. For a moment, he just looked up at me, jaw slack with something like awe.

"Is this okay?" I asked, suddenly uncertain.

"More than okay," he growled, and then his mouth was on me, hot and eager.

I gasped at the first touch of his tongue against my clit. He was relentless, thorough, using his hands to spread me wider as he licked and sucked. When he slipped a finger inside me, I had to brace myself against the ground to keep from collapsing, my bandaged hands stinging with the pressure.

The discomfort was nothing compared to the building pleasure. I moved against his mouth, chasing the sensation, unafraid to show him exactly what I wanted, what I needed. Hisother hand reached up to cup my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple in rhythm with his tongue.

The pressure built, heat coiling low in my belly. I closed my eyes, lost in the feel of him, in the steady, building tension. When his finger crooked inside me, finding that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids, I came with a sharp cry, my thighs trembling around his head.

He worked me through it, gentling his touch as the waves of pleasure subsided. When I finally opened my eyes, he was watching me with undisguised hunger, his mouth wet from me.

"Come here," he growled, his voice thick with want.

I moved back down his body, feeling the hard length of him against my thigh. I wanted him inside me, wanted to feel full, complete, connected.

"Now," I murmured, positioning myself over him.

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