Page 27 of Bread with the Orc
But in that moment, I just didn’t care. Because Dorvak scooped me up, threw me over his shoulder like some kind of marauding savage, andranhome.
It should have been scary, or at least disconcerting, but instead I found myself laughing as I bounced along on his shoulder. Why? I couldn’t tell you. Maybe he was right about the bond he’d spoken about—maybe Icouldfeel him, and he could feel me.
All I knew was that I was in for a hell of a good time.
When we reached his—our?—apartment, Dorvak set me down gently…almost reverently. Was it my imagination, or did his hands shake as he undressed me? I’ll admit that I didn’t hesitate at all; my fingers flew up his buttons, then I yanked that shirt from his shoulders and plastered my palms and chest against his bare skin.
He wasperfect.
Dorvak’s hands, large and calloused, trembled slightly as he cupped my face, his thumbs brushing softly against my cheeks. His eyes, still a blazing green, bored into mine with an intensity that made my heart flutter. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Laney,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that resonated within me. “I’ve dreamed of this, of you, so many times.”
His hands slid down my neck, his touch feather-light, tracing the line of my collarbone before moving to my shoulders.. “I’m going to undress you,dkaar,” he growled softly. “I’m going to lay you down on our bed, and then I’m going to taste every fucking inch of you. And then I’m going to claim you.”
I shivered at his words, my breath hitching in my throat. Dorvak’s hands moved to the small of my back, pulling me flush against him. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “I’m going to suck on your perfect tits, run my tusks against your hard little nipples. I’m going to lick and bite every inch of your skin until you’re writhing beneath me.”
His hands found the hem of my dress, lifting it slowly, his fingers brushing against my skin and sending jolts of electricity through me. He groaned as he pulled the fabric over my head.
“Fuck, Laney,” he breathed, his eyes roving over my body. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
Dorvak’s hands moved to my breasts, cupping them gently, his thumbs rubbing against my nipples through the fabric of my bra. He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a fierce kiss. His tongue delved into my mouth, the ridges sending a rush of pleasure through me.
He pulled back slightly, his breath ragged. “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue, Mate,” he growled. “I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll see stars.”
His hands moved to the clasp of my bra, unhooking it with a deft flick of his fingers. He slid the straps down my arms, his eyes never leaving mine as he tossed it aside. His gaze dropped to my breasts, a groan rumbling deep in his chest as he cupped them, his thumbs rubbing against my now bare nipples.
“So fucking perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
He dipped his head, capturing one taut peak in his mouth. I gasped, my back arching as his tongue, ridged and hot, flicked against my nipple. His tusks grazed against my sensitive skin, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I clutched his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh as he suckled me, his hands roaming over my body, fondling and caressing every curve.
“Dorvak,” I breathed, my voice a shaky whisper. I was already so close, my body keyed up from our earlier encounter. His ministrations were driving me wild, pushing me to the edge.
He growled against my skin, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through me. “Not yet,dkaar,” he commanded, moving to my other breast, giving it thesame exquisite torture. “Not until my mouth is on your sweet cunt.”
His hands moved to the waistband of my panties, hooking his fingers into the fabric. He pulled back, his eyes meeting mine as he slowly slid my underwear down my legs, leaving me bare before him. His gaze roved over me, hungry and appreciative.
“A goddess,” he breathed.
He scooped me up, his arms strong and steady as he carried me to the bed. He laid me down gently, his body following mine. He kissed me deeply, his tongue delving into my mouth, tangling with mine. His hands roamed over my body, teasing, stoking the fire within me.
Dorvak’s lips left mine, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my throat, my collarbone, my sternum. He paused at my breasts, lavishing them with attention before moving lower. His tongue dipped into my navel, swirling and licking, making me squirm beneath him.
His mouth continued its descent, his hands gently spreading my thighs to settle between them. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with a hunger that sent a shiver of anticipation through me. “This is mine,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “I’m going to bury my face in your sweet cunt and lick you until you come on my face.”
“Yes,” I moaned, my head flopping back against the pillows, unable to fight this, no matter how badly I wanted him to skip to the claiming. How could I when this pleasure surged through my veins?
His hands slid under my thighs, pulling my legs over his shoulders. I gasped at the sensation, the position openingme up completely to him. He leaned in, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. “You smell fucking divine,dkaar,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated against my skin.
And then he licked me, a long, slow stroke of his ridged tongue that had me bucking against his mouth. My hands fisted the sheets, my eyes fluttering shut as waves of pleasure crashed through me. Dorvak’s fingers curled inside me, finding the spot that made me see stars. He rubbed and stroked, his tongue working magic against my clit, driving me wild.
Every sensation was amplified, every touch sending jolts of electricity through me. I was a writhing, moaning mess, chasing the release that hovered just out of reach. And then, Dorvak’s tusk grazed the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, the slight scrape pushing me over the edge.
I exploded, my orgasm ripping through me with an intensity that had me gasping his name. Dorvak didn’t stop, his tongue lapping at my sensitive flesh, his fingers curling inside me. The sensation was wild, almost too much to bear, but he held me tight, his strength a comfort as he wrung every last bit of pleasure from me.
And even when my tremors ceased, when my orgasm had faded, he continued to tease me, to stroke me, until my core—overly sensitive—began to flutter once more.
When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, Dorvak slid up my body, his lips capturing mine in a fierce kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, the wickedness of it sending another wave of desire through me. I was already halfway to another orgasm, my body primed and ready for him.
He settled between my thighs, the hard length of him pressing against my entrance.
