Page 27 of Orc's Little Human
"You're beautiful," she whispers, and the words hit me harder than any blade ever has.
No one has ever called me beautiful. Terrifying, yes. Powerful, brutal, deadly—all words I've heard applied to myself. But beautiful? Never that.
I capture her mouth again, pouring everything I can't say into the kiss. My hands roam her body over the rough fabric of her tunic, mapping the curves hidden beneath. She arches into my touch, making soft sounds that drive me to the edge of madness.
When I trail kisses down her throat, tasting the salt-sweet flavor of her skin, she gasps and tangles her fingers in my braids. The slight pull sends pleasure shooting straight to my cock, and I have to bite back a curse.
"More," she breathes, and I'm helpless to deny her anything.
I kiss my way along her collarbone, frustrated by the barrier of fabric but respecting her boundaries. My mouth finds the hollow of her throat, the sensitive spot just below her ear that makes her shiver. Every sound she makes, every tiny movement of her body beneath mine, sends my blood racing hotter.
Her hands are everywhere—tracing the heavy muscles of my shoulders, following the line of my spine, mapping the ridges of my abdomen. When her fingers find the waistband of my leather pants, I nearly lose my mind completely.
"These need to go," she murmurs against my ear, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.
I'm more than happy to comply. I strip out of the leather quickly, not caring where it lands, and the relief of being free from the constriction is immediate. But when I turn back to her, the way she's looking at me—eyes wide and dark with hunger—makes my cock twitch with need.
"Your turn," I say, hands settling on her hips, fingers already working at the ties of her pants.
She lifts her hips to help me, and when I peel the fabric away, the sight of her nearly stops my heart. She's perfect—all soft curves and pale skin, and when I catch the scent of her arousal,I have to close my eyes and count to ten to keep from losing all control.
"Fuck, Selene," I breathe, hands skimming up her thighs. "You're so wet for me."
She flushes at my words but doesn't look away. There's no shame in her, just honest desire, and it's the most erotic thing I've ever seen. When I settle between her legs, she spreads them wider, welcoming me, and the trust in that simple gesture makes something crack open in my chest.
I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her slick heat. She's so wet, so ready, and when she rocks her hips up against me, I have to grit my teeth to keep from burying myself inside her in one brutal thrust.
"Tell me you want this," I manage, even though waiting is killing me. "Tell me you want me."
"I want you," she says without hesitation, her hands framing my face. "I want you, Korrath. Please."
The word breaks my last thread of control. I push into her slowly, carefully, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. She's tight—so fucking tight it's almost too much—but she takes me inch by inch, her body stretching to accommodate my size.
When I'm fully seated inside her, we both go still. The sensation is overwhelming—not just the physical pleasure, though that's intense enough to steal my breath. There's something else, something deeper. Like every cell in my body is singing, like my magic is reaching out to touch something in her that responds in kind.
"Move," she whispers, nails digging into my shoulders. "Please, Korrath. Move."
I don't need to be asked twice. I pull back slowly, then push in again, setting a rhythm that has us both gasping. She feels incredible around me—hot and wet and perfect in every way.Each thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing through me, and from the sounds she's making, she's feeling it too.
Her teeth find my shoulder, biting down just hard enough to leave marks, and the sharp pleasure-pain of it makes me growl low in my throat. The sound is too loud in the quiet of the longhouse, and she claps a hand over my mouth.
"Thali," she whispers, eyes wide with sudden realization.
Right. My sister is somewhere in the house, probably asleep, but the walls aren't thick enough to muffle everything. The thought should kill the mood completely, but instead it adds an edge of forbidden excitement that makes my blood run even hotter.
I slow my movements, making each thrust deeper, more deliberate. The change in angle has her arching beneath me, mouth falling open in a silent cry. I capture the sound with my lips, swallowing her moans as I lose myself in the rhythm of our bodies moving together.
Her hands are everywhere—tracing the muscles of my back, tangling in my hair, gripping my arms as I drive into her again and again. Every touch sends fire racing through my veins, and I can feel my magic responding, building with each thrust, each kiss, each breathless whisper of my name on her lips.
The connection between us grows stronger with every movement, like we're two pieces of something that were always meant to fit together. I can feel her getting closer to the edge, her inner walls starting to flutter around me, and I know I'm not far behind.
"Come for me," I breathe against her ear, my voice rough with strain. "Come for me, Selene."
She bites down on my shoulder again to muffle her cry as her orgasm crashes over her, and the feel of her clenching around me sends me over the edge with her. My magic explodes through my system as I spill inside her, white-hot and overwhelming,and I have to bury my face in her neck to keep from roaring my release loud enough to wake the entire camp.
We cling to each other as the aftershocks roll through us, breathing hard, hearts pounding in sync. My magic is still screaming beneath my skin, more intense than it's ever been, and I can't shake the feeling that something fundamental has just shifted between us.
Something I'm not sure I'm ready to face.
