Page 88 of The Orc's Thief
“The fire’s gone out. I’d have put more wood on, but…” I motion at us, then remember she can’t see me. “Well, I’ve been otherwise occupied.”
“Gods.” Her breathing is growing shallower, her scent sweeter. “Are you saying this is how it’ll be every time we fuck?”
I run my hands to her waist and up her torso to cup her tits. “No clue. But would it be so bad if it is?”
She stares down at me, her lips parted. Then she shakes her head, her messy curls tumbling around her shoulders. “No. I don’t mind. In fact…” She shifts her hips, gasping at the pull between us. “I think I might grow to love it.”
My heart pounds painfully, and I’m suddenly glad she can’t see my face. Her words spark a terrible kind of hope in me, but I can’t let her see that, not yet. I’ve made promises, offered her everything, but asked for little in return, knowing she would’ve run if I’d told her what I truly want. It wouldn’t have been fair either, not when humans don’t feel the same pull toward their mates that we do.
That doesn’t mean these past days have been easy for me. Watching her struggle with her decisions regarding me has been awful, and I wish I had some of my friends here to confide in. I might even welcome a sparring match with one of our warriors, just to get out of my head for a while.
“Did you read my letter?” I finally blurt out, rather than confess what I’ve been thinking about.
Tessa’s sleepy smile is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I want to etch this moment into my mind forever, her hair tousled and soft, her guard down, naked and sitting on top of me.
“I did,” she murmurs. “I liked it very much, and I wanted to tell you so, but we got distracted.”
I bite the inside of my cheek, but the question bursts out of me anyway. “Well, what did you think? About my suggestion?”
I’d offered her a glimpse of the future such as I’d been dreaming of these past days.
But she shakes her head and gives me a mock frown. “That’s not how letters work.”
“What?”
I can’t think with how she’s moving on top of me.
“You’ll have to wait for your answer to arrive by mail, of course,” she says, her smile turning wicked.
I sit up, wrapping my arms around her body. “Mm, right. Do you think the post carriage stops here? In the middle of nowhere?”
I kiss her, unable to help myself, and she melts for me, meeting me lick for lick, touch for touch.
“Maybe I’ll find a carrier pigeon,” she murmurs against my lips. “You’ll have to wait and see. Now kiss me again.”
“So demanding.” I bite her lower lip, then suck on it as she moans. “If I wasn’t so desperate to come, I’d make you beg for it, little thief.”
She cries out as I push her hips down, impaling her deeper onto my cock. My vision dances with sparks as she squeezes so sweetly around me. My balls draw up, my knot pulsing with the need to release. But I need her to go first, because nothing in the world feels better than coming while she’s deep in her bliss, her pussy wet and tight, fluttering in her climax.
I press my lips to her ear. “Next time we do this, I’ll put you on your hands and knees, Tessa. Would you like that? I’ve been thinking about all the ways I want to make you come.”
“Yes,” she pants. “You’ll feel even bigger that way. Gods, Arlon, why is this so good?”
If I thought to throw her off balance with my words, she’s doing the same to me.
“Because we’re meant to be together.” The truth tears itself from me, and now that I’ve started, I can’t stop. “We were made to please each other. Your tight little pussy fits me like a glove, and I fill you up so well you feel me everywhere, don’t you?”
“Arlon,” she sobs, rocking her hips in frenzied little thrusts, searching for more friction. “I need—ah!”
“Anything,” I rasp against her skin. “I’ll give you anything you need.”
She kisses me again, shaking in my arms, and I devour her mouth, too rough but unable to stop. The scent of our lovemaking perfumes the air, driving me mad, but Tessa is right there with me, clawing at my shoulders, my chest, her need growing with every stroke. When I palm both of her tits and squeeze her nipples between my fingers, she screams and sinks her blunt fingernails into my skin.
“Mark me up.” I’m growling now, my voice guttural as my control slips farther from my grasp. “I’m all yours.”
Tessa’s gaze flies to mine, her eyes wide even though she can’t see in the darkness.
Her expression is open, more unguarded than I’ve ever seen, and I know it’s only because she’s forgotten how much sharper my eyesight is. I drink her in, wild with the knowledge that this is transforming her, too.
