Page 59 of Marked By the Dark Lord
“I won’t forget that, trust me. But you can let me see the rest of you, too.”
Then I leaned down, and for the first time,Ikissedhim.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Mila
Iwasn’t prepared for the reaction from the rest of my body as our lips touched. Before I knew it, I was all but rubbing up against him, desperate to feel more of his touch. His mouth was scorching hot, forcing my head back as he parted my lips with his tongue. I might have initiated it, but within seconds, he took control of it. Of me.
For a moment, I hesitated, wondering if that change was natural or if he was using the brand within my chest. Determined to differentiate the two, I pulled back, searching his eyes for any sign that he was frustrated with me for disobeying.
“Is something wrong?” he asked. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head, wordlessly reaching for the back of his head to pull him down to me again. My fingers brushed one of the cuts, however, drawing a wince.
“I’m sorry,” I said, gingerly withdrawing my hand. “I just …”
Korr’ok’s chest rumbled with thunder, a laugh not given full form. “It’s fine. Perhaps we just put this on hold. I should shower to get clean. By then, the worst of it will be healed. That way, you won’t get covered in more blood.”
“More …?” I looked down at myself. In the heat of the kiss, I hadn’t realized I’d pressed so hard against him, staining my clothes with blood. “Damn.”
“We’ll get you some more,” he said, bracing one hand on the wall and limping toward the broken remains that were once his door.
I followed with my hands out, ready to do whatever I could to help if he faltered.I’d probably just cushion his fall, wouldn’t I?There didn’t seem to be much point. If Korr’ok started going down, I wouldn’t stop him. He was too big.
Thankfully, we got back to the room without issue. The cuts on his body were already healing, having stopped bleeding during the short journey back. They were still ugly and swollen, especially the huge one across his chest, but he seemed about right in saying that by the time he got out of the shower, he’d be in better shape.
I let him go into the bathroom, waiting outside with crossed arms, unsure of what to do next. Just standing around waiting for him to finish seemed awkward. Yet what more was there to do?
A grunt from the other side of the door drew my attention. Soft cursing followed.
“Are you okay?” I asked, worried he’d hurt himself.
“I’m fine,” he assured me. “Just struggling to get these things off. They’re all torn up. My arms don’t want to bend that way.”
“Oh. Here, I can help with that,” I said, pushing open the door, figuring I could help pull his shirt over his head.
“Wait—” Korr’ok started to say, but I’d already pushed my way in.
Only to find his shirt already gone and Korr’ok’s pants halfway down his legs, exposing his thick cock.
“Oh, my,” I said in a rush of breath, my eyes locked between his legs, almost forced there by the downward V-shape of his lowest abs that pointed toward his impressive dick.
Korr’ok watched me. I could feel his eyes roaming over my body. Probably wondering what I looked like without clothes on. Did he want to see? Would he like it? I didn’t have the tits, ass, or hips most girls had. I’d often thought of myself as a rectangle. All corners and edges. Nothing soft and womanly about me.
“Stop that,” he growled, reading my mind.
Strong fingers cupped my chin, gently prying it upward against my will, forcing me to lock gazes with him. I did, and my body came alive as I saw the fires burning deep in those ethereal orbs. I wasn’t sure when I’d learned how to read them, but there was no mistaking what I saw.
“I don’t know what negative thought you’re having,” he told me. “But I can assure you, it isn’t warranted.”
“Okay,” I whispered, not sure I believed him.
“Believe it,” he growled powerfully enough to make my heart skip a beat and my mouth go dry.
I tried to gather my thoughts, which was particularly difficult when the tip of his cock brushed against my stomach, announcing his arousal.
Korr’ok shifted, and something tore. Fearful that he’d ripped open a cut, I looked down past his thick shaft, only to see that he’d used his massive strength to tear apart his pants. Leaving him entirely naked and mostly covered in dried blood.
