Page 20 of Cider, Spice & Orcish Nights
“Thornak.” I palm the thick outline of his cock straining against his trousers, swallowing his choked groan. His hips jerk, the mattress groaning. “Still worried you’ll break me?”
He seizes my wrist, breath sawing. “You don’t know what I?—”
I stretch up to lick the seam of his lips. “Show me.”
He splinters.
His mouth crashes into mine, all hunger and hesitation shattered. Large hands rip fabric—his own shirt buttons pinging against the wall—as I work his belt loose. My borrowed sleep shirt tears at the collar when he drags it off, his growl vibrating against my breastbone.
“Fuck. Fuck.” His tongue swirls around a nipple, teeth grazing just shy of pain. “You like this?”
“Yesss—”
He pins my hips, kneeling between my thighs. His knuckles brush my inner thigh, rough and deliberate. “Tell me. Now.”
I fist the sheets. “Your mouth. Please.”
A dark chuckle. His stubble rasps down my stomach, tongue dipping into my navel. “Demanding.”
“Learned from the best—” The words dissolve into a gasp as his lips close over my clit. Two fingers slide into me, curling just right. My heel digs into his shoulder blade. “Thorn—oh god—right there?—”
He hums, the vibration ricocheting through me. His free hand grips my thigh hard enough to bruise tomorrow. “Louder, little fox.”
The nickname unravels me. I arch, crying out as he quickens his fingers, tongue relentless. The headboard thumps the wall in time with his rhythm.
“Look at me.” He drags his chin up my body, wet and gleaming. “Need to see you.”
I fist his hair, yanking his face to mine. Taste myself on his tongue. Reach between us to stroke his cock—thick and hot, veins pulsing. He bucks into my grip with a snarl.
“Now,” I pant against his mouth. “Need you?—”
He braces over me, trembling. The broad head nudges my entrance. “Slow. Slow, or I’ll?—”
“Don’t.” I rock up, taking his cock in a ruthless inch. His groan shakes the rafters. “Break the bed. Break me. Just move?—”
A fanged curse in Orcish. He sheathes himself fully, our moans tangling. His forehead drops to mine, breath hitching. “Too much?”
I lock my ankles behind his back. “Not enough.”
He snaps his hips.
His cock stretches me wider, fuller than anything I’ve known. I bite his shoulder to muffle a cry as he pulls back, the drag of him almost unbearable. His growl vibrates against my teeth.
His fingers dig into my hip, stilling my arch. Gold-flecked eyes burn through the dim.
I rock upward, taking him deeper. “God, yes?—”
A fanged grin flashes before he pins my wrists above my head. His hips snap hard enough to shift the mattress. The wet slap of skin drowns out the drizzle outside.
“Feel that?” He licks the sweat blooming at my temple. “How fucking perfect you take me?”
My thighs tremble around his waist. “Show me again.”
He does. Angles deeper. Hits a spot that whites out my vision. His pace turns brutal, the bedframe screaming protest.
“Thornak—”
“Say it.” His thumb circles my clit, rough and perfect. “Need to hear it, Maddie.”
