Page 63 of The Orc's Protection
“Mmm.” Her hands come up to grip my forearms, steadying herself.
I lean down, replacing my fingers with my mouth. The moment my tongue finds her, she cries out, her body already knowing what comes next. I catch her easily with one arm around her waist, supporting her weight while I continue my exploration.
Her fingers thread through my hair, tugging slightly when I scrape my teeth—carefully, so carefully—across the sensitive peak. The slight sting of pain in my scalp only heightens everything, and I growl against her skin.
“Bed,” I tell her again, straightening. “Now.”
She goes willingly, stopping at the edge of the mattress, her gaze never leaving mine. I reach for the buttons on my shirt.
“Let me,” she says.
I go still. She steps forward, fingers already finding the first button. I let her work, and when she pushes the fabric off my shoulders, her palms flatten against my chest, exploring the markings there. Then I take her by the waist, and at my unspoken encouragement she steps up onto the mattress, bringing us close to eye level.
“I love these,” she murmurs, tracing the spiral over my heart. “Every time I see them, I want to touch.”
“Then touch.” I stand still, letting her explore, feeling my muscles jump beneath her hands.
Her fingertips map the geography of my chest and shoulders, following the patterns down my arms. When she reaches toward the waistband of my pants, she gazes up at me, silently asking permission.
I nod.
She unfastens them carefully, and I help her push them down, kicking them aside along with my boots. When I straighten, I’m fully bare before her. She’s seen me before. Touched me. Learned me with careful, deliberate hands. But her gaze moves over me now with a different quality—not discovery, but recognition. She knows exactly what she’s looking at. She knows exactly what comes next. The way her breath changes tells me she is thinking about how it will feel.
“That’s…” She trails off, her gaze fixed on my cock. “You’re very…”
“Large,” I finish for her. “I know. This is one of the reasons we’ve waited. I needed you ready.”
She swallows, but when she meets my gaze, there’s no fear. Only determination. “Show me.”
I give her my hand to help her down onto the bed, then join her there, the mattress dipping under my weight. She reaches for me immediately, and I catch her hand, bringing it to my chest instead.
“Slowly,” I remind her. “Let me take care of you first.”
I kiss her again, deep and thorough, while my hands map her body. Down her sides, across her stomach, over her hips. When I hook my fingers in the band of her underwear, she lifts her hips without prompting, helping me slide the fabric down her legs.
Now she’s completely bare beneath me, and the scent of her arousal hits me like a physical force. I close my eyes briefly, breathing her in, fighting for control.
“Vraag?” Her voice is uncertain now.
I open my eyes, focusing on her. “The scent of you,” I explain roughly. “It’s… intense. Delicious. Powerful. I need a moment.”
Understanding dawns on her face. “Because you’re—your senses are sharper.”
“Yes.” I press a kiss to her stomach, just below her navel. “And you smell like everything I’ve wanted and couldn’t have.”
I continue kissing my way down her body, feeling her thighs part in anticipation before I’ve even reached them. She knows what’s coming. Her body is already responding.
When my mouth finds her she doesn’t cry out—she exhales, long and shaking, like something released. Like she’s been waiting.
I know exactly where to take her. I know the sound she makes when I press just there, the way her hips roll when I slow down, the specific catch in her breathing that tells me she’s close. I’ve learned her. Thoroughly. And I use everything I know.
When I ease two fingers inside her, the stretch makes her gasp—not from surprise but from the particular tension of a body that remembers this and wants more of it. I curl them forward, finding the place I already know is there, and feel her clench around me immediately.
“Oh, God—” She breaks off into incoherent sounds as I find the spot I’m looking for.
I work her methodically, my tongue circling her clit while my fingers stroke inside her, and I feel the exact moment she tips over the edge. Her whole body goes rigid, then convulses, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around my fingers.
I gentle her through it, easing the intensity until she goes limp, breathing hard.
