Page 65 of Enchanted with the Orc
I didn’t know how to respond. I wasn’t even sure he wanted a response. I rolled my hips, praying that he would bless me with his finger once more. My pussy gave a greedy little flutter as he gave the opening a solid rub but didn’t go inside.
I groaned with frustration—inside my head—not wanting him to decide to take away what little he was giving me.
“Do you like being mine?” he asked, dipping his nose down the side of my pussy again and I sob out ayesthat’s basically a babble of nonsense. It’s so stupid that I like the word.Lovethe word, and I shouldn’t want it as much as I do, butI do. And I’m ashamed of the moan that leaves my mouth, but he presses a hand to it, his huge palm covering the entirebottom half of my face, curved over my jaw.
My eyes widened, but instead of reacting the way I thought I would, I almost came, my eyes rolling back in my head at the control he had over me—but would never abuse.
“Shhh, my mate,” he whispered. “Gruk-ir’s in the other room. You’re going to have to be quiet. Can you be?”
I was confused for a moment. I couldn’t grasp what he was saying. The way he was speaking to me. The grip he had on my face. The mix of control and gentleness. He’d never hurt me and I knew it.
“Can you?” he asked again, his twinkling eyes staring at me, glittering in the darkness.
I nodded against his palm, while the other one stroked fingers down my belly. His pleased grin worked me up that much higher. “If you can’t,” he murmured, moving down again until he ran his stubbled cheek against the soft skin of my stomach, “then just bite.” He pulled his hand away a bit, the span still remarkable, caging my cheeks and right by my lips.
I wanted to tell him that it was fine, that I could do what he asked and he didn’t need to worry, but it immediately turned out to be a lie.
The first time he made me come with his mouth, it turned out to be in five seconds flat. It was just his tongue, flat and unyielding against my clit and when I shuddered under him, Enka groaned like the pleasure was his.
I really thought I could be quiet, but instead, I keened against his palm like my world was coming to an end.
“You’re so fucking sweet,” he told me in a low, rumbling voice that vibrated against me. He ran his tusk over my skin there, spreading his scent on me before burying his face back in my cunt and a handful of moments later, I was coming again. “Already? Gods, you’re so fucking perfect,” he groaned.
He continued to suck and lick against my clit, eating me out likeI was made of everything he needed to survive. Without warning, the pleasure changed to something else. Something bigger and scarier. I can feel tears gathering at the corners of my eyes. Leaking down the way my pussy was dripping onto his fingers as they pressed into me. “Enka!” My voice broke into a sob. I arched my back again, my head tilted back, convulsing under him.
It was too much. Too intense. Tooeverything.
Chapter Thirty-six
Tasia
Sex with Enka was making me lose my mind. Killing every thought in my head except for him. My brain, that was usually moving at a rapid speed, flicking through thoughts, lists and anxieties, was still for the first time in forever. As if he knew exactly how to make them obey him.
I squirmed away from his mouth, but somehow, he knewthat wasn’t what I needed. “Shh,” he murmured, running his tongue along the crease of my thigh, making me pant for breath. “It’s okay. You’re doing so good.” I pushed my heels into the bulging muscles of his upper back, keeping him close to me.
He took his time, one huge palm cupping my ass while the other splayed over my stomach, pinning me down for him. He avoided the over-touched, sensitive parts of my pussy, and still managed to throw me over the edge into another mind-boggling orgasm.
“More?” he asked, after I floated down, and from his expression I can tell that hewants it. It was as if the past ten minutes had not just been an epic assortment of mores, as if my cunt wasn’t twitching every time his breath puffed against the flesh. I was burning up. Heavy. Made of tremors and sparks. I watched him watch my clenching pussy, splayed wide so he could see everything.
“I…” I didn’t know what to say, but the sound of my voice startled me. It was raw, as if my throat had been scraped from the inside. His palm that had been covering my mouth was marked with my teeth, and he couldn’t have looked more satisfied if he tried. “I…” I want to say yes, but I don’t know if Icancome again.
I trailed off, and his grin spread across his face. “You were made for me,” he told me, his hand leaving my face and coming down to spread my legs even wider. He pinned my right knee to the sofa and lowered his head again. Except it wasn’t what I expected.
I feel his fangs grazing my inner thigh and when he bit it my entire body jerked. It hurt a little, more than I thought a bite from blunted fangs would, but I’m confused, disconnected from my usual reactions to pain. It’s impossible to tell the difference between pleasure and pain now.
There was a faint thought in my head, wondering if I was ever going to get used to his strength. The part of my brain that isn’t melted into a puddle understands that his physique is different from mine becausewe’re a separate species—even though biologically, we’re compatible. The other part of my brain—the melted one—preened at the ease with which he flipped me around until I was all the way on the sofa, stomach down, my cheek pressed to the pillow that he used every night to sleep there. It smelled exactly like him. So much so that I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing two fistfuls of it and burying my face to suck in more of his mouthwatering scent.
Mine.
“Ireallywant to fuck you,” he murmured from behind me. I was still shaking under him. I wasn’t wearing anything except the sleep top that had ridden all the way up to under my breasts a long time ago.
Enka was on his knees, trapping my thighs in the spread of his. Hemustbe looking at my ass, and if it was anyone else, I’d be stressing myself out about it, wondering if he was disappointed with my body. Is he turned off by my cellulite? Is it too jiggly? Should I try to cover it?
Except I don’t feel that way when it comes to Enka. He had let me know enough times that he was attracted to me. That I was the one who was holding back and he was ready to take me any way I let him have me. My worries were non-existent when it came to him and I smiled into the pillow.
“Can I?” He rasped the question, his hands coming up between my shoulder blades and he pushed down. My head could barely move, but I struggled to nod anyway.
“Thank you,” he leaned forward. Kissed my shoulder, pushing my hair aside to press a kiss to my nape, patient and slow. “I want to come inside you. To mark you as mine.”
