Page 60 of Marked By the Dark Lord
“Um,” I squeaked.
“Come with me,” he ordered, backing toward the giant glass shower.
I just nodded, doing as ordered as he turned the shower on and drenched us in water that was somehow instantly warm. Blood sluiced from his body while the liquid plastered my clothing to my body.
“That can’t be comfortable,” Korr’ok said, lifting my shirt over my head without waiting for an answer.
It was a struggle that involved some shaking, a little hopping, and more laughs than the mood had initially called for, but eventually, we were both naked, my clothes in a pile in the corner, and smiles on our faces.
“Well, now,” he said with a shake of his head. “I think that may have used up enough time to let me heal well enough.”
“Well enough for what?” I asked cautiously.
“To dothis,” he growled, grabbing my waist and lifting me from the floor, pressing my back to the tiled wall.
“Oh,” I whispered, gently wrapping my legs around his waist to ensure I didn’t hurt him. “I like that.”
“Good,” he said in a rumble that vibrated through my body. Then he covered my mouth with his, stealing all the oxygen from my lungs with the heat of his kiss.
It wasn’t just the intensity of the moment either. He was genuinelyhot. As if his body temperature ticked up the more turned on he became. Was that even possible? I didn’t know, nor did I have the brain power to think about it because he was pushing me farther up the wall so that his mouth could explore my body.
I all but melted as his mouth covered one of my nipples, teasing it with his tongue, rolling over it in soft, warm circles that sent their sensitivity skyrocketing.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, grabbing onto his horns without thinking.
Korr’ok’s throat erupted with a growl that sent my palms flat against the wall.
“No,” he said. “Put your hands back. That was good.”
“Like this?” I whispered tentatively, wrapping my hands around his horns again, noting that the one that had been broken off was already mostly regrown. He wasn’t kidding about healing fast.
“Yes,” he rumbled. “Just like that.”
He knelt without warning, still easily holding me up, but now he had the height to put his face between my knees without sending my head crashing through the roof. I was thankful for that.
Then his tongue hit my clit.
“Oh mygod.”
My sexual experiences growing up had not been anything pleasant. Most had been desperate trades for food or shelter during the winter, selling myself for a place to sleep. Nothing I was proud of or wanted to relive.
Korr’ok was the first man to touch my body who cared aboutmypleasure. A fact I was made blissfully aware of several minutes later when I had the first real orgasm of my life given to me by someone else.
I cried out, holding tight to his horns, using them to push my dripping cunt hard against his tongue while my hips shook. Hands gripped my waist, squeezing tight to remind me who controlled me.
And I came harder than ever before. Every muscle tightened, and I writhed in his grip as ecstasy rolled out from between my legs like a shockwave, ripping through my body, turning everynerve end into a fiery ball of bliss that then reported back to my brain. My nerve centers went into lockdown, and I shut down, unable to control myself or do anything more than ride it out, holding onto Korr’ok’s horns as his tongue stroked my clit masterfully over and over again.
“Holy fuck,” I moaned as the climax faded, leaving me limp in Korr’ok’s arms. “I …wow.”
He laid me on the tiled floor, shielding me from the shower spray with his giant body. That brought a smile to my face. Although he called himself a monster, in moments like that, I knew it wasn’t totally true.
“I’m glad you enjoyed that,” he said, pushing his way between my legs, though they spread willingly enough.
“That’s putting it mildly,” I joked as he lined himself up with my opening, gripping his shaft with one hand, running the tip over my pussy lips, coating it in the wetness that dripped freely there.
I’d thought I was ready, but when he guided the tip into me, I moaned at its unexpected tight feeling. He was big. I was small, and it had been a long,longtime.
Korr’ok grunted. “I’ll go slow,” he promised, moving to cover my body completely with his, resting on his forearms, giant biceps next to my head.
