Page 111 of Halfling
“Did I hurt you?” he whispered.
“It was perfect,” she said, sealing her assurance with a kiss.
They fell into a rhythm of soft kisses and gentle hands, the fire crackling away behind them. The night eased back into a somnolent quiet, forest creatures singing and calling for each other in a delicate harmony.
With every soft touch, Sorcha believed a little more that everything they’d said was true. Her admission had been messy and graceless, but somehow it’d still led to this quiet, noble, amazing man declaring he was hers, so she supposed she couldn’t regret it too much.
Happiness fizzed in her blood every time she thought on his words, how his big body had bulged, every muscle drawn taut while his possessive gaze devoured her. She had to trust that he meant it, that he knew his own mind and wasn’t just enamored with her because she was his first. When he said he wanted her, she had to trust he spoke the truth.
And she did. If she could trust anyone in the world, it was this man.Her man.
It was a revelation she suspected would take her a little time to wrap her mind around—else her head might start to spin thinking on just how long he might have felt this way without her even knowing. She almost blushed to realize that all his dirty talking, all the times he’d called hermy female…they weren’t just flirting or foreplay or said in the heat of passion.
He meant it.
She could be embarrassed about it later, though—right now, she wanted her man again.
Deepening her kiss, Sorcha put her hand on Orek’s shoulder. He rolled to his back easily, hands going to her flanks when she lifted herself to straddle him.
The soft, heated way he gazed up at her was so full of adoration, she couldn’t resist leaning down for another kiss.
“I love you,” she whispered again, wanting to taste it on her lips.
“And I love you, my mate,” he whispered back. “You are everything to me.”
He received another kiss for that, and then a dozen more, all leading down his chest until she could align her hips with his. He kept her balanced as she reached down to feed him into her body. Sorcha bit her lip, relishing the stretch as she sank down on him.
She worked her hips over him in small rolling strokes, taking a little more of him until she sat flush on his thighs. A rumbling purr vibrated through his chest, making her groan when it reached her quim.
With her hands splayed on his glorious chest, his heart beating under her hand, she began to rock in a slow rhythm.
“It’s going to be so good,” she promised him in whispers. “We’ll have everything.”
“I already have everything I want.”
She smiled so wide her cheeks ached. “We’ll have alife,” she said. “Together.”
“Yes,” he said on a hissing sigh, pulling her down his cock in a harder thrust.
Sorcha held still until he reined himself back, then started her slow rhythm again. “Our own house, close but away from everyone. Just the two of us.”
“Anything you want. Everything.”
“We’ll have our own bed.”
“A big one.”
“A big one,” she agreed, circling her hips on her next downstroke.
Orek bared his fangs, the tendons in his neck gone tight. “With the softest blankets,” he gritted. “Only the softest for you.”
“And when we want to be away from everyone and everything, we’ll sneak off into the forest and make love under the stars. Just like we are now. It will beso good.”
And it would be—she could feel it down in the very core of herself, where all her hopes and longings and intuition lay. She could build a good life because she had everything she needed right here under her hands.
They would do this. Together.
Orek’s hands glided up to her hips, fingers circling her waist and thumbs straying over the hood of her clit. Sorcha inhaled sharply as he teased her, pressing her clit against the root of his cock. Her hips snapped down, rhythm lost, and Orek’s grip tightened.
