Page 64 of Enchanted with the Orc
His eyes widened as he switched his gaze from our sleeping daughter to me in confusion. I smiled at him, tilting my head toward the door of the bedroom. He licked his lips, and I watched his throat work as he swallowed. He eased out of the bed, ensuring that Gabbi was lifted and placed on her side of the bed.
He tucked her in with gentle care before straightening and eyeing me. That was when he turned and quietly hustled his fine ass outside. I smothered a laugh as I pressed a kiss to our daughter’s head and moved toward the door, too.
The door closed behind us.
“Did you need something?” he asked me, cupping my cheeks and searching my face.
My heart was in my throat as I stared up at him. I didn’t know what to say to him. Everything that was bubbling inside me that needed to get out might be too much, too soon.
Instead, I pressed my lips to his. He pulled away, searching my face for another long moment before he buried his face in my throat with a sharp, long inhalation. “Your scent,” he murmured against my neck, and my aching heart started galloping. “It’s my beacon home.”
It was like a gut-punch. Every time he said something like that, it only made my belief stronger that he felt the same way that I did. Still, I couldn’t claim him until I’d gotten rid of the problem that I’d created for myself—for my family. I just needed to show him… one more time. Then I’d do what I had to do.
The sofa wasn’t close to the door, but it didn’t seem to matter to him. He was so big, more than twice my size, and millions of times stronger than I was. I sucked in a quick breath, beyond turned on when he lifted me without any difficulty, as if I was a doll or a pet. He tossed me to the sofa and I bounced for a second, dizzy with lust.
I was disoriented and out of breath. Lost for him.
I love him so much.
I didn’t have time to focus on the thought. He didn’t give me a moment to find my way. His fingers hooked into the elastic of my shorts and pulled them down my legs, at the same time as my underwear. I didn’t give any resistance at all, because a moment later he was there, on his knees next to the sofa, staring down at what he uncovered.
My bare pussy.
He didn’t wait, didn’t look at me or say a word. And maybe he was desperate for me the way I was for him, because he touched me without hesitating. His thumb gave a firm but gentle pressure against my folds, teasing them apart, baring how I was dripping for him. Starting just beneath my clit, he swiped down in a stroke that made my legs twitch. Hedid it again, dipping his finger inside my opening as he did.
I gasped, but it didn’t distract him from his goal. He stared at the place where just the barest hint of his finger is inside me, and for a moment, I wonder if this is affecting him. If he’s as in control as he looks, but when he speaks, I can hear it in his voice. A low hum. A hard edge that has never been there before.
“I dreamt of you,” he murmured, licking his lips as he kept looking. “Of doing exactly what I’m going to do. And for the longest while,” he added, dipping his finger in deeper until my back arched, shoving my breasts hard against the cotton of my shirt. “I thought I’d never have you. That I’d have to be your friend and that would be it.”
He ran his nose across the crease of my inner thigh and I whimpered, wanting his tongue on me more than anything I’d ever wanted in my life and dreading it at the same time.
It’s already too good.
“But then you let me have you,” he groaned, his dark lashes sweeping open to show the pitch black of his eyes. They were completely dilated—and he was right at the edge of his control. “And now I’m never going to stop.”
I swallowed hard, wondering if I was going to combust into flames. His thumb moved up again, and this time he allowed it to graze my clit. I arched my back again, biting a moan into my lower lip.
“I’m going to fuck you every way I’ve imagined. Every way I’ve pictured since I met you. Since I tried to picture you when I was a teenager fucking his fist for the first time.”
I feel myself clench around nothing. His dirty talk wasfilthy, and I loved every second of it. My heart was racing and I was immediately on the verge of—something, I wasn’t even sure.
But then he moved his thumb and I heard myself whine, but I couldn’t recognize the voice. I’d never heard it from myself. I sounded desperateand needy. A little out of control. Alotout of control if I was being honest with myself.
But his thumb was gone and the realization that I could comeso hardif he’d just left it there, touching me, was almost too much to bear. I didn’t need much. I just needed it anywhere. With anything. But he didn’t and I had to admit to myself that it’s not that far away from the truth that Ijust mightcry.
“Tasia.”
“Yes?” I didn’t honestly think I’d be able to respond in a normal-sounding voice, but there we were.
“You’ll tell me if I go too far, right?” he asked, belying his previous announcement that he wasgoing to take me any way he wanted me.I smiled, giving him a nod, but he just looked up at me until I parted my lips and gasped,
“Yes.”
But I never will.
It was all too good for that. Everything he did to me was too good.
“You’re even wetter than before,” he murmured, dipping his thumb inside once more and my head fell back onto the sofa.
