Page 50 of The War God's Woman

Her cloak slips from her shoulders, revealing the soft curves and bruises beneath—earned from battle, not weakness. I lower her gently onto the blanket we spread over the flattened stone, a poor excuse for a bed but the only sanctuary we can claim. The torchlight flickers across her skin, painting gold over the swell of her breasts, the rise and fall of her belly, the faint shimmer between her thighs.

“I need to taste you,” I rasp, voice raw.

She nods, breathless. “Please.”

I slide down between her legs, parting them with large hands that nearly span the width of her thighs. Her pussy glistens, slick and ready, and the sight nearly undoes me. I press a kiss to the inside of her knee, then the crease of her thigh. She twitches beneath me, hands fisting the blanket.

My tongue finds her center, and her whole body arches. Her flavor is sweet and salt and smoke, like something forged in fire. I groan against her pussy, lapping slowly, letting my tusks frame her as I work her with my mouth. She’s so fucking soft here, so responsive, gasping with every stroke of my tongue.

“Oh—oh gods,” she cries, one hand flying to my hair. “Don’t stop, Ghorzag, please…”

I don’t. I suck her clit gently, then slide two thick fingers inside her, curling them until she shudders. Her pussy clenches around them like she’s trying to keep me inside. My cock jerks at the feel of her.

“You’re so snug,” I growl against her. “So wet for me. You’ll take me, won’t you? Every inch.”

She moans, legs trembling. “Yes. Fuck, yes—I want you inside me.”

I move back up her body, licking a path along her belly, pausing to kiss the swell of her breast. Her nipples are peaked, flushed, begging for attention. I draw one into my mouth while palming the other, and she gasps my name like a benediction.

I sit up, undoing the bindings at my waist. My cock springs free—thick, veined, nearly black in the torchlight. Her eyes widen, but not with fear. She reaches for me, fingers brushing the base, wrapping around my length. I nearly lose it right there.

“Tell me what it feels like,” I demand, watching her hand stroke me.

“Hard… hot… like you’re carved from stone,” she whispers. “But alive. Burning.”

I hiss through my teeth. “You make me burn.”

I settle between her thighs, rubbing the head of my cock through her soaked folds, coating myself in her slick heat. Her breath hitches.

“Look at me,” I say roughly.

Her eyes lock with mine, wide and shining.

“I won’t hurt you,” I vow, voice shaking. “If it’s too much?—”

“It won’t be.” She cups my face, drawing me down for another kiss. “I want all of you. I trust you.”

That word hits me like a warhammer to the chest. I push in slowly, gritting my teeth as her pussy stretches around me. She’s so narrow—gods, she fits me like a glove—warm and wet and welcoming. She gasps, mouth parting in surprise as I sink deeper.

“You’re—oh, gods,” she pants. “You’re thick and long, Ghorzag.”

I pause, trembling with restraint. “Too much?”

She shakes her head fiercely. “Just… let me adjust.”

I kiss her temple, her cheek, her lips. I murmur against her skin, waiting for her breath to steady.

Then she wraps her legs around my waist. “Move.”

I start to thrust, slow and deep, watching her reaction with every inch. Her mouth falls open, her head tipping back.

“Fuck,” she moans. “You’re everywhere inside me.”

“You’re perfect,” I groan. “You’re mine.”

Our rhythm builds, each stroke more urgent than the last. Her pussy clenches around me, milking my cock with every thrust. My name falls from her lips like prayer.

“Ghorzag… yes… don’t stop?—”

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