Page 43 of My Orc Billionaire
He hadn’t moved his hands. Neither had I. We sat there, eye to eye, both of us cupping my tits.
Until I began to feel a bit silly, so I dropped my hold.
He didn’t.
Instead, still holding my gaze, his hands began to move. He squeezed, just lightly. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, causing me to shiver. Then his other fingertips found the scars along the sides and underneath, and traced them softly.
It was thereverencein his touch which made me breathless. The way he didn’t stare, the way he caressed that part of me, the ugly part, the part I thought had lost all feeling a year ago.
I remember the surgeon telling me he’d be able to keep my nipples, and at the time I hadn’t given a shit, because I just wantedto live. Here and now, though? I was damn thankful for those nipples.
Iwasliving.
Holy crap, when Abydosrolledmy nipples? I gasped and arched into his touch, and that rumble came from his chest again.
“Thank you, Riven.”
A smile bloomed across my face. He’dunderstood.
So I did the only thing I could do; I leaned forward and kissed him again. And again. I kissed not just his lips, but his scars. I kissed the ruined skin along his temple and over his brow. I kissed the puckered skin along his jaw, I kissed the burn marks down his throat.
When he tipped his head back with a groan, I kissed my way down his skin, unbuttoning his shirt to reach more of his scars. And the whole time, he caressed me—not just my breasts, but the rest of my skin too, as if I was someone special.
Cherished.
My core was quivering with need, and I found myself whimpering on almost every breath, the desperation tangible now. I wantedmore.
“Abydos,” I murmured against his skin. “Please. I need…”
His hand slid around my ass, pushing my skirt out of the way. When I arched my back, lifting my butt, his large finger slid along the soaked gusset of my panties, and I gasped as he growled wordlessly.
Our kissing became more frantic. His hand moved between my legs from the front, so he could push aside my panties and slide a single finger through my wet folds.
I damn near came then and there.
With fumbling hands, I reached for his belt, desperate to touch him. He didn’t stop me, but he did shift me forward so he could bend his mouth to my breast. One of his fingers slid inside me as his mouth closed around my nipple, and I clenched downhardon his trousers, yanking them open.
His cock strained against his boxers, and by feel, I pulled him free just as he eased another finger into me. I’m not sure which of these two data points caused me to suck in a breath, but both were magnificent, let me tell you.
I widened my stance so I could take more of him, because his cock?Huge. And ridged, did I mention ridged? I slid my palm along it, felt the liquid weeping from the tip, and it’s like my libido went into overdrive.
He slid a third finger inside me—God, how in the world could I take so much of him?—and hummed in approval against my skin as I began to buck.
Knowing he wanted me as much as I wanted him? Knowing he wasthis closeto coming already? Yeah, I was already rocking against his hand. But when his teeth caught my nipple and he tipped his head to brush his tusk against my skin?
I screamed, “Abydos!” as I came around his fingers.
When I opened my eyes—when had I closed them?—it was to see him watching me intently, his expression serious. The only part of him that moved—besides the pulse pounding frantically at the base of his throat—was his fingers, curling slowly inside me.
Oh. My. God.
My body still shook with tiny tremors, and I realized I was panting. I thought it had felt good before? Orgasming around Abydos’s fingers had been even better.
But not enough.
No.
No, it wasn’t.
