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His hands slid down to my thighs, gripping them tightly as he held me in place. He was relentless, his cock driving into me with a force that had me teetering on the edge of another orgasm. I could feel the pressure building, the pleasure coiling in my core, ready to snap at any moment.
And then, his hand moved between us, his thumb finding my clit. The added stimulation sent me spiraling out of control. He circled the sensitive bud, his touch firm and relentless, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Come for me,dkaar,” he commanded, his voice a deep growl. “Come all over my cock like a good girl.”
And I did. I came undone, my orgasm ripping through me with an intensity that had me groaning in surrender. My body convulsed, my inner walls clamping down on his cock, milking him, as my thighs tightened along his sides.
I shuddered, stretched out on top of him, gasping as each nerve ending screamed in pleasure. My breathing and heartbeat slowly returned to normal, and his hands stroked my back soothingly.
“Good girl,” he rumbled. “That’s my good girl. You took that cock like you loved it.”
I lifted my head, a wry smile twisting my lips. “I did love it. I can’t wait to do it again. I want to feelyoucome too.”
Something flashed across his face, his expression darkening just a moment as he looked away. Then his hands closed around my waist, and he lifted me off his cock, and the sensation of those ridges sliding from completely distracted me from whatever we’d been talking about before.
“Come on.” He tucked me up against his chest and rolled toward the edge of the bed, then stood.
Have I mentioned how much I loved being carried by him? So cool.
“Where are we going?” I asked, clinging to his shoulders.
“I’m going to draw you a bath with Epsom salts to soak.” He placed a reverent sort of kiss on my forehead. “Then I’ll go make us something for dinner. And then after,when you’re nice and loose and relaxed…We’re going to do that again.”
A bath? That sounded decadent. Having dinner made for me sounded even better. And his promise?
Positively wicked.
I smiled in anticipation. “Yes, please!”
Chapter Eight
Laney
I will admitthat it was pretty amazing to roll out of bed and get ready, then head downstairs to work. The commute was fabulous.
You know what else was fabulous?Dorvak.
Throughout the night, I’d woken several times to his hands and mouth roaming my body. Once he knew I was fully awake, he’d always stop what he was doing and ask me if he could continue…but since I was already halfway to orgasm by then, of course I begged him to keep going.
In a very short amount of time, I’d realized that I had no self-control when it came to Dorvak and his tongue. I would let that male do anything he wanted to me, any time.
Because I trusted him. I trusted him implicitly, which was a wild realization.
But still…
Saturday morning pastry-and-caffeine rush was over and Dorvak was starting to wrap up the first breads to set in the display cases. I thought I’d done a pretty good job of being professional this morning, treating him like this was a totally normal day and I hadn’t woken with his tongue in my pussy.
Granted, it was difficult.
Whenever I glanced at him—his strong hands cupping the dough, or his brow furrowed in concentration as he fiddled with the oven—I’m pretty sure I got wet all over again.
And every once in a while, he’d glance up at me, nostrils flaring…and I knew he knew. I expected a smirk, or a proud smile or something.Somethingto show that he knew I was putty in his hands.
But instead, Dorvak just watched me, his eyes flashing green, his expression intent. As if he couldn’tnotfocus on me. As if I was his whole world.
But if that was the case, why hadn’t he…?
Shaking my head, I forced myself to concentrate on parceling out the loose-leaf teas for the next rush. There were only a few patrons sitting at the tables now; two tourists in the corner sipping jasmine green tea and sharing a scone, and Seb—the gorgon from the library—who was engrossed in a book.
