Page 22 of Promised To the Orc
“I’m hurting you.”
His throat rumbles again. “In the best possible way.”
I’m not sure what he means, but my brain takes over and I thrust myself against that long, hard rod between his legs. My hips move up and down with little control from me. Sparks fly behind my eyes. Coils of pleasure unwind through the very center of me, a little more… a little more. Something needs to break or snap or rip open—anything to bring this sweet, painful tension to an end.
Tor cups the back of my head and presses his lips to the side of my neck. It’s not gentle and the sting of his mouth sucking and pulling at the sensitive flesh only adds to the demanding mystery unfolding inside me.
His other hand grips my buttock, and he guides me up and down, faster, his hips pressing into mine and increasing the friction. The hardness inside his pants twitches, and I gasp. A blip of awareness comes back to me, and I suddenly realize what I’m doing. Flame heats my face. What am I doing?
The shame is short-lived as his lips work along my neck, nipping and sucking. He’s going to bruise my skin, but I don’t care.
“Tor,” I groan desperately. “Help me… I don’t know how…”
Both of his hands find my hips. Guiding me over his hardness, he nibbles on my ear. He’s panting, his neck straining as if he’s holding himself back.
“You’re so wet through your pants, Alta. Just keep going and then I’ll take over.”
His eyes clench hard as he works my body up and down, rub, rub, rub. All the sensations take over and I suddenly lose all control. The sparks turn to lightning—so many colors—so much pleasure bursting through me, all over. Sounds come out of me, which somehow makes the pleasure even more intense. I’m still reeling from the ecstasy when Tor picks me up and takes me to his bed. He puts me in the center and quickly strips off his shirt.
A perfectionist’s hands formed his chest. He’s sculpted and beautifully, powerfully formed, with massive chest muscles that run into a rippling abdomen. His biceps are the size of my head and I’m reminded once more of how easily he could crush me.
It makes me want him more.
Tor kicks off his boots and reaches for my pants. I lift my hips as he draws them down. His big hands part my legs wide. My thighs look so small compared to the size of his hands. I don’t know what he’s doing, but I know I will not stop him. My center is pulsing from whatever just happened, yet it’s greedily waking up and wanting more. He looks there as he crawls between my legs, as if he’s going to make sure I have more.
A lot more.
“Tor?”
He doesn’t respond, so focused on the center of me he doesn’t hear me. His thumb lightly brushes over my private hair. It feels so good that tears spring to my eyes.
“Tor?”
“Let me taste you.”
His eyes flick to mine, searching for my refusal. But there isn’t one. I won’t refuse anything he wants to do to my body. We were made for this, to do this with each other. I feel it in the center of my heart. Tor was always meant to be mine and finally, fate has given us space, even if it’s only for right now. The deepest rumble bubbles from his throat as he dips his head between my legs and gently parts my lips with his fingers. Holding my breath, I watch and wait. His tongue licks me there, once, twice, then faster and unyielding. I can’t catch my breath. My pulse struggles. And my mind sinks into itself, wholly focused on the pleasure coursing through me.
Am I saying his name?
I am. Over and over. My fingers tangle in his hair until the strands pull too tightly around my fingers, but I don’t care. I can’t let go. I won’t let go. If I do, I might shoot into the sky and never come down.
His wicked mouth feasts on me until I’m blinded, and my mind is dizzy and dull. He touches my entrance with his fingers and slowly slides them into me. My body tenses around him, but I don’t want him to stop. It’s all too much, but not enough.
His fingers slide deep, stretching me and causing little pinches of pain, but his tongue is making me feel so good that I barely notice.
Finally, he looks up, his chin gleaming from my wetness. “I’m going to make you fly again, Alta, but I’m going to fill you up at the same time or you’ll never relax enough to take me.”
His fingers slowly pump in and out of me, causing a new kind of pleasure. Watching me closely, he adds another finger until I’m stuffed. It’s a little painful, but incredibly wonderful.
“I need whatever you were doing. Tor, please.”
Grinning, he leans over me and kisses me long and deeply. I hear the rustling of fabric and feel him kick his pants free. Something long and hot presses against my thigh. Breaking free from the kiss, I push him up so I can see.
“Tor.”
“I won’t hurt you.”
“I don’t… is that… I think this is impossible.”
