Page 56 of Enchanted with the Orc
I panted through the heat. Grounded myself as I climbed back down from heights I’d never thought I would ever experience.
Okay. So, maybe, once upon a time I thought I knew what an orgasm felt like, and I was only just discovering that I was so wrong it should be illegal. That was fine. I could work on a new definition. We could work on that new definition together.
A minute later, Enka lowered himself next to me on the sofa-bed. I couldn’t read his expression, and for a moment, I was worried that he might try to leave me there, alone. Like we’d broken a rule and he’d run. But he cuddled next to me. Gathered me in his arms.
His eyes were filled with something that was too much like shock. I hoped that the smile on my face—that was pretty much hurting because it was so huge—tipped him off that I was pretty great, actually. He grinned back at me and that’s when he leaned down to kiss me.
His mouth.
I can’t imagine that anything had ever been sweeter, more necessary, than his mouth was in that moment. I moaned, sucking on his tongue as his huge palm slid up my back, under my t-shirt.
We’ve been matching our styles and outfits almost every day.
The realization hit me like a slam to my sternum. We’d been dressing like a little family ever since we came to this hotel. And he’d been choosing the outfits.
The giggle I released made him pause, and he quirked an eyebrow as he grinned down at me.
“Something funny?” he asked, dipping his hand down to give my ass a firm squeeze.
The giggle transformed into another moan, and I shook my head. “You’ve been matching our outfits,” I accused, and he didn’t even have the decency to look ashamed.
“Yep,” he agreed, nodding. “And I’ll keep doing it. You’re bothmine, and I want everyone to know.”
I wasn’t allowed to continue my line of questioning since he moved his huge hand up my back, spanning so much skin I gasped, tugging my shirt with him. He had it up, and over my head before I knew what was going on.
My bra was next. It was huge and clunky. An old nursing bra that was so comfortable I couldn’t give it up. It was now about half of a cup size too big and didn’t do anything for lift.
I would have regretted not putting on something new—something that he’d bought—but I couldn’t. Not with the way he was looking at me as though I was the sweetest dessert on earth and he’d been without food for years. And when the straps fell to the side and he tugged it down, baring me, it was like game over.
The hunger was a fire in his gaze, and it scalded me. He lowered his mouth to mine and I gasped at the sweet invasion.
He kisses like he’s starved for me.
Like he’d been waiting the entire time for this moment. Holding back. Like the possibility of the two of us doing exactly what we were doing had occurred to him before, but it was something he’d set aside, storing it in a deep, dark place where it had grown into something huge and terrifying.
He was distracted now, as if he didn’t know whether to kiss me or pull away to look at me. As if he didn’t know where to look. He was staring at my breasts like they were something spectacular—which they weren’t. His lips parted and his breaths were quick and shallow.
He didn’t speak. Instead he looked up and down at me, his eyes glazed. It was long moments before he said, “I want to keep you with me like this for a week.” His hand came up to cup my breast, not exactly gentle—as if he was on the very edge of losing control.Just on the side of too forceful, and instead of being afraid, I felt myself clench around nothing. “For a year. Longer.”
Chapter Thirty-one
Tasia
Enka gave a gentle push with his huge palm against my shoulder blades to make me arch toward him, and then closed his mouth against my breast—all teeth and tongue and wonderful, delicious suction. I whimpered against the back of my hand, because I’d never known—had never thought that I’d be so sensitive. My nipples were tightand raw and almost sore, and if he didn’t do something, I’d—
“You’re the only flavor I crave, my mate,” he whispered in a guttural voice, and my pussy clenched with aching emptiness.
His palm pressed against my spine, and I arched a little more—offering myself up to him. Whatever he needed, however he needed me.
He could fit my entire breast in his mouth. All of it—and they’d gottenlargerafter I’d had Gabbi. His fangs grazed the skin, dull but stillthereand it was unimaginably erotic. He could eat me alive if he wanted to, but instead, he was taking the time to pleasure me as much as he could.
He groaned in the back of his throat, and it was clear that he’d love to swallow me whole. Frazzled, I wondered if I should touch him, too—I was the one who’d wanted this, and it made sense that I should ensure that being with me wasn’t a chore for him.
Should I touch his cock?
He could tell me how he liked it. I could learn. I didn’t have much experience with orcs, but I was certain that biologically, they would like the same things—
“Is this okay?” I must have lingered too long inside my head, because he was looking up at me with a frown, his thumb swiping back and forth on my hip, his thumb claw dragging along the button for my jeans, not opening it. “You’re tense.” His voice was strained.
