Page 35 of The Orc's Innocent Plaything

His tusks scraped at the skin of my inner thighs, making me shudder in anticipation, as his fingers teased and stroked, alternating between my clitoris and my folds.

He even used his mouth on my bud, and when he did that, I realized I’d fallen backward, and now lay sprawled against the stone, writhing with need as his fingers curled within me.

I could have climaxed like that, but Vartok had other plans.

He coaxed me to the edge of my release, and then—just as I was reaching blindly for him, the sensations overwhelming, he slid his tongue inside me once more as his palm cupped my clitoris, giving me the pressure I needed.

With a wordless scream, I came on his face, bucking desperately against his tongue as he grunted and hummed in encouragement.

Holy God, what wasthat?

I lay panting, spreadeagle on the stone, the water lapping against my feet, staring up at the stars.

How had that even beenpossible?

To orgasm twice in one evening? One after the other? I would have thought such a thing impossible.

I lifted my head to stare down my body at Vartok, although he was difficult to see through the steam that wafted around us. I could guess he was grinning.

“Good lass,” he murmured, kissing my inner thigh, then my clitoris, which still throbbed. “Such a good student.”

The reminder that I was only his student, and he was only doing these things because I’d asked him…eventhatcouldn’t dim the haze of my satiation.

“Why…” I began, but I trailed off, because I wasn’t certain what I was trying to say.

Chuckling, he slid his hands beneath my arse and gently lifted me into the water with him. I flopped against him, feeling as weak as a—a—a very weak thing.

“Vartok?” I murmured.

He hummed and pulled my face closer.

“Ye taste better than I possibly could’ve imagined, Myra. Even better than sucking yer spend from yer fingers. I’ll be certain to obtain it directly from the source from now on. ‘Tis my new favorite flavor.”

I could see his tongue—God, that had just been inside me, had it not?—swipe across his chin, licking upmoreof me. I should be humiliated by such a display.

I wasn’t.

Instead, I pressed against him.

“What about ye?” I murmured, remembering his hardness, wondering if I should offer to strokehimto completion, the way he had done to me. “’Tis important to pay my debts.”

But he chuckled and pressed my head into his shoulder. “Ye have naedebts, pet. This isnae the human world, and I am no’ one of those unfeeling brutes.”

Did he sound a little offended? I tried to lift my head.

“But you are?—”

He pushed me back down, even as he turned us both in the water, obviously looking for something along the ledge.

“I came already.”

“What?”

“Myra, love, do ye honestly think I could feel ye coming on my face, feel ye squeezing my tongue, hear ye screaming to the stars, andno’come?” He sounded exasperated as he felt around on the ledge. “I spilled into the water without even having to touch myself, which is something I havenae done in a decade. Ah, here’s the soap.”

I found myself fighting giggles. Not at the realization he’d climaxed because ofme, but by how irritated he sounded.

“Stop laughing,” he commanded.

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