Page 73 of The Orc Chief's Baker
Trinia blinked.
“What doyoulike, Trinia?”
The question was spoken so low it quivered in her guts and forced her to respond quietly, “I... don’t really know.”
His brows shot up.
“I’ve been with men before, but it was always rather quick.”
“You enjoyed that?”
She swallowed hard. “Well... yes, I suppose.” Shehadtaken some enjoyment from it.
“You don’t know what you like, either.”
Trinia snapped her gaze back to the brooding orc, who was leaning in closer now. She could feel the heat of him on her damp skin. The heady woodsmoke and spice scent of him curled up in her mind and her tension melted.
“They only touched you here.” Brovdir reached out and grazed his fingertips along the side of her right breast and her skin broke out into goosebumps. “You don’t know what else you like.”
“I... suppose I don’t,” Trinia said carefully. She’d explored on her own, but only between her legs, and it had never produced much more than efficient satisfaction.
Brovdir’s eyes smoldered as he moved back toward her. Back onto the bed. The intensity of his expression stole her breath. She leaned down onto her back and he kept coming until he was right over the top of her.
He was huge. And warm. And his woody scent mingled with something hotter. Like spicy cinnamon. Her muscles relaxed, and she breathed in the delicious scent.
He must have seen her ease in her expression because a grin split his face so wide she could see the sharp points of his fangs. His huge tusks appeared even more massive as they jutted up to his nose.
She should be terrified, right? Why wasn’t she terrified?
Why did she want him so badly that she was nearly trembling?
“I’m going to touch you now, Trinia of Oakwall.” Brovdir’s voice vibrated through her whole body and made her shiver.
“W-where?”
His dark green eyes hooked deep, right into her soul.
“Everywhere.”
Delicious goosebumps broke out all over her body. Her thighs clenched together as a pulse of deep pleasure bloomed between her legs.
Brovdir leaned in closer, watching carefully. His knees braced on either side of her calves and his hands rested next to her head. She was completely surrounded by his heat and scent and everything about this felt sogood. It shouldn’t feel this good to be caged by him.
She shouldn’t be indulging this. Lingering wasn’t going to get her pregnant. It was just making this whole thing take longer than it needed to.
And yet . . . Fades help her.
His eyes caught her up, never leaving her face as he dipped low, so close she could feel his breath against her collarbone. He adjusted his weight and snaked a hand around to brush her still damp hair away from her neck.
Then he placed a kiss right under her ear.
Jolting pleasure snapped her to attention and heated her blood in an instant. The tender kiss was hard enough she could feel his tusk digging into her jaw, but his lips were so soft they felt like the pass of butterfly wings. It made her toes curl and her legs quiver.
Just from a single kiss on her neck.One kiss.
What did that mean for the rest of this?
Brovdir moved to look her over and then let out a pleased hum. Her cheeks heated, but there was no way she could hide how squirmy that kiss had made her. He leaned back in. His tusks dug gently into her neck as his lips grazed the sensitive flesh. Her toes curled as his hot breath warmed her neck.
