Page 36 of My Orc Contract Husband
I groaned in embarrassment. He was calling me good girl? Did he know the secret language of book girlies or something?
His hand stayed cupping my crotch even as my thighs tightened in embarrassment. My inner muscles still twitched, and pleasure rushed through my veins. But I wasn’t sure how I felt.
He’d made me come, standing in my kitchen, still fully clothed.
You asked him for pleasure.
Oh Lord. I think my face was bright red when I finally lifted my eyes to his. There was the tiniest little speck of green in the middle of his dark eyes, which I would wonder about later. For now, I quickly looked away from his hungry gaze, not sure what to say after something like that.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
To my surprise, Tarkhan chuckled. Before I could get offended, though, he’d scooped me up to hold me against his chest, just as he’d done earlier this week. I swallowed down my yelp of surprise and stared at my bare knees instead of him.
“Wife, we’re just getting started. If you thank me for every time I bring you pleasure tonight, you’re going to lose track. Instead, just lie back and think of this as your due.”
“My due?” I repeated in surprise as we reached the bedroom. “For what?”
“You’re my wife,” Tarkhan said simply, settling me on the bed. “It’s my duty to pleasure you in every way possible, and I plan on making our wedding night memorable. That is…if you’re ready for me to touch you everywhere?”
Everywhere?
The thought—so close to what I’d been imagining earlier—had my heart pounding and pussy aching once more. “Yes,” I breathed, wide-eyed, not even certain what I was agreeing to.
Luckily, I could trust Tarkhan.
He took his time undressing me, stroking and caressing as he went, until I was near-mad with need. Vaguely, I was aware that he’d done little more than remove his shoes and shirt, but I couldn’t object, not with all that glorious green skin on display. I wanted to touch him the way he was touching me, but he didn’t give me the opportunity.
He hummed as he pulled my now-wet shirt over my head. “STFUATTDLAGG,” he read before he tossed it aside. “You going to tell me what that means now?”
I opened my mouth to do just that, but he lowered his lips to my throat, and honestly I forgot my own name.Whatever I’d been about to say came out as a mere gurgle when his tusks scraped across my skin.
Had I thought his mouth was talented when he’d kissed me in the kitchen? Four times better now. A hundred times better! When he closed his lips around my breast, I whimpered and arched into his hold, my heels scrambling for purchase against the bed covers. He merely chuckled, the wickedest chuckle I’d ever heard.
Tarkhan continued to stroke me, driving my arousal to new heights, his hand getting closer and closer to my curls until… When he cupped me there, no cotton between us, we both sucked in a breath.
Yes.
“Fuck, Sami,” he breathed, pressing his forehead to my chest. “You’re so godsdamn wet.”
“You did it to me.” I squirmed against the mattress. “It’s your fault.”
He huffed a little chuckle just as one of his thick fingers slid along my cleft, stroking me, spreading my wetness…and I moaned, my head flopping back against the pillows.
He stroked, he teased, he licked, until I was riding the heights of my growing arousal…and then he shifted downward, kissing a route down my stomach.
Look, I was a virgin, not an idiot. I knew what was coming, although I never knew a male in real life who I thought actuallywantedto do such a thing. But when Tarkhan settled between my legs and used his hands to spread my thighs, I realized I was quivering with need.
Forhim.
The first time he licked me—a long, lazy lick from the back all the way to my clitoris, I nearly came off the bed. “Tarkhan!” My hands went to his head, my fingers twining through his thick hair. I wasn’t sure if that was to hold him in place or to keep me grounded.
The second lick was even better than the first, and this time he circled my clitoris with enough care to have me thrashing beneath him.
Soon I was just a puddle of desire, melting beneath his ministrations. His fingers—ohGod, his fingers! They were thick and callused and when he slid the first one into me, I bucked against his hold.
“Okay, Sami?” he murmured.
“So good,” I managed to gasp, and his faint chuckle was my response as he scraped his tusk against my inner thigh. “Yes!”
