Page 67 of The Orc's Thief
He pushes the fabric aside and stops talking. He lets out a shuddering breath and places his hands on my sides, his thumbs rising to caress the undersides of my tits.
“Are you all right?” I ask, teasing. “Do you need a moment?”
I wish I could see his expression right now. Gods, I wish I had his sharp eyesight because I want to seeallof him. Instead, I close my eyes and feel.
“I can just see the lines where the stays pinched your skin,” he murmurs. “I hate that you thought you couldn’t be comfortable around me.”
I let him lay me back down on the bed. “It’s not—I’m comfortable. I just didn’t know how to…”
“I know.” In the darkness, he looms over me, heat radiating from his body. “But we’ll learn. We’ll figure out how to be together.”
A shuddering sigh escapes me. Out of all the promises he’s given me, this one feels the most honest. I don’t doubt he meant the others—he’s not a liar. But this one… I can believe in this. We can learn together.
The warm puff of breath is all the warning I get before Arlon presses his lips to my ribcage. His tusks skim my skin, a cool touch that makes me shiver in his embrace. He shifts to the left and kisses me again, this time beneath my breastbone.
He’s kissing the marks left by the stays. I scrunch my eyes shut and bury my fingers in his hair, needing him elsewhere but unwilling to stop him from kissing me like this.
“These are too beautiful to be confined,” he murmurs, finally cupping my tits. “Every time we stop for the evening, I’ll make sure they’re taken care of, I promise.”
My breaths come fast and shallow, so my voice gets a little squeaky as I answer, “Oh? You’ll do that out of the goodness of your heart?”
“Not at all,” he rumbles. “I just want to touch you, Tessa.”
His thumbs find my nipples, and I arch off the bed, heat streaking through my body. He squeezes me just right, then a little tighter, the pleasure sharpening into a sting that he soothes moments later with his tongue. He licks one nipple first, then the other, and sucks it into his mouth.
“Your scent’s been driving me mad for days,” he growls, moving to the other side, plumping up my breast with his hand. “Do you know why?”
I shake my head and dig my fingernails into his warm skin. “Why?”
He sucks me again, and I bite back a moan, just barely.
“Because I knew you’d taste even better.”
When he raises his head, I tug him up to kiss him, my chest flush against his. He’s so warm, I want to wrap myself around him and never let go. His confession loosens something in me, and I follow my instincts. I hook my legs around his hips and rock upward, chasing contact.
Arlon hisses as his thick cock nestles against my pussy. The linen fabric of our underwear is the only barrier between us, thin enough that I feel every hard inch of him as he thrusts into me.
“The underwear stays on,” I gasp. “For tonight.”
He lowers his lips to my ear and sucks on my neck. “I can still make you come.”
“I’m counting on that.” I grip his ass and shift myself half an inch to the left. “Here. Please.”
“That’s it.” His voice drops to a low growl as he rubs his cock over me. “Use me, love. Show me how to please you.”
I shouldn’t. This is too much, too fast. But I don’t care, because it feels incredible. The pressure of Arlon’s body on mine, the hot slide of his length against me… I’m hurtling toward my climax, and I don’t want to stop.
“When you’re ready for me,” Arlon pants against my skin, “I’ll give you my knot. Fill you up so well.”
His knot? That must be the interesting shape I saw at the stream, the bulge at the bottom of his cock. Grasping Arlon’s sides, I shift a little lower, and on his next thrust, the thickness drags over my pearl, hitting me right where I need it.
“Fuck!” Arlon bows his body over me, then moves closer, his movements rougher than before. “Tessa!”
He’s losing control, and I love it. My pussy throbs, empty and clenching, and I wish we could…
“I can smell how wet you are.” His words are barely more than a groan, his grip on me tightening. “Show me how to make this good for you.”
I tug his hair to get him closer. “It’s already good. So good, Arlon.”
