Page 42 of My Orc Billionaire
Was this going to be a repeat of the other night? Where I just hump him untilIgot off, and sucks to be him?
No.
No, I didn’t want that.
I knew this wasn’t a long-term thing or whatever, I knew it wasn’t formal. This was just the two of us having a good time, but I wanted to be the one to take care ofhim. To bring him pleasure.
“Abydos,” I gasped, breaking the kiss and pulling away. My hands cupped his cheeks, my thumbs tracing circles along his jaw. “I want…”
He stared at me for a long while, then sighed and gave the command to the smart house system. “Stanley, lights forty percent.”
The overhead lights slowly grew in brightness, but not so bright I had to squint. I could see him better now, see his cautious expression.
Knowing that Abydos was uncertain about how to proceed made me feel bolder, and I stretched to kiss his brow. “I want you to be happy, Abydos.”
Instead of answering, he pulled my hips forward to cradle his cock again, and I had to grin, because I understood what he was saying.
But I wanted more. Remembering what Tarkhan had told me, I smiled teasingly, leaned forward…and drew my tongue along his unbroken right tusk. The way Abydos gasped and jerked sideways, eyes wide, told me itwassensitive. So why…
My thumb traced the scars along the left side of his mouth. “Why didn’t you cap this, Abydos? It hurts you, doesn’t it?”
His gaze was wary. “It does.”
“It doesn’t have to. You don’t deserve pain.” I bent and kissed the corner of his mouth, making certain I didn’t brush against the broken tusk. I didn’t want to hurt him.
His eyes had fluttered shut. “It reminds me.”
“What does it remind you of?” I breathed.
For a long moment, I thought he wouldn’t answer. Then, eyes still closed, brows drawn in, he exhaled.
“Vengeance. Humans hurt me.”
My heart clenched at the reminder, and the reminder that my kind had done this to him, and I kissed him gently again. “One day, will you tell me about it?”
“No.” His fingers dug into my skin, holding me against him. “You’re not like them. The people of Eastshore…”
I smiled softly, beyond glad he’d gone tonight.
“No one here is afraid of you. No one here is going tohurtyou, Abydos.”
He didn’t answer, but I watched him swallow.
He needed more convincing.
Well…maybe it was time I shared more ofmyself.
I pulled away, easing back. Even that movement sent shocks ofneedthrough me as my core brushed against him. God, I was soaked just fromkissinghim. I wanted more, and I needed to be brave enough to take that step.
So, with a deep breath, I reached for the hem of my T-shirt. Abydos opened his eyes when he felt the movement, and before I could chicken out, I wrenched the thing up and over my head.
Slowly, he lifted his head, his attention dropping to my breasts. I never wore a bra these days—I didn’t have to—so there was nothing to hide my skin from his hungry gaze. My nipples pebbled in the cool air, and I heard a strange sort of rumble coming from his chest.
“Do you…” I swallowed. “Do you remember what I told you that first time I met you?” During that disastrous interview.
His gaze flicked up to mine, and he repeated solemnly, “We all have scars.”
“We all have scars, Abydos.” I took his hands, lifting them from my hips, and cupped them around my breasts. “I’ve never been big, but I used to wear at least a C-cup. I thoughtreconstructive surgerymeant adding an implant or something, but really it meant reducing the size of the other boob until they were the same.”
