Page 75 of The Orc Chief's Baker
BROVDIR
She didn’t have to tell him twice.
Brovdir rose to his full height and pulled off his damp pants without preamble. Perhaps he should have taken things slower. Perhaps he was shocking her, but he couldn’t help it. She’d made a demand of him, and he was going to follow her orders.
He would follow every one of them for all eternity.
The imprint in his chest was thrumming and he couldn’t fight down the desire for her. The memory of her squirming and bucking with pleasure drenched moans. He wanted that while he was buried deep inside her. He wanted her to be groaning as he plunged his cock and spilled his seed and made herhis.
He tensed at that, caught off guard. He was creating asonwith her, not keeping her.
The thought made his chest tighten with dismay. He could feel the imprint burning.
“Oh.”
The exclamation made his back straighten and he turned his attention to the woman seated on the bed before him. She wascurled, with her knees up and her back bowed. The position hid her rounded stomach and thighs.
His heart clenched with dismay.
“Huh.” Trinia tapped her chin as if in thought. Her expression was not one of concern or disgust, and he counted himself lucky for that. And then she said. “You’re... very big.”
He searched her face. He’d been told everything he needed to know about rutting humans and knew the scent of one who was ready to be taken. She was ready. And yet her comment made his gut twist with worry. “Hurt you?”
She blinked and her gaze shot away from his cock, back to his face. “No. I don’t think so. Lay down here. On... your back.”
He got on the bed and lay directly where she’d pointed, with his head on the pillow. He watched fixedly as she crawled to his side, sat next to his hip. Her eyes were back on his jutting cock. It twitched with want under her heady gaze, so hard and tight it was pulsing with every beat of his heart.
He’d never been so desperate in all twenty-six years of his life.
“Can I touch you?”
He wanted absolutely nothing more. His nod was too fast and eager.
She reached without hesitation. Grazed the head of his cock with the tips of her fingers.
All his breath left him in a rush.
Fuck, he understood now why she’d stopped him from playing with her ear. He’d touched himself before, but it was nothing like this. Every caress from her sent a cascade of pleasure through his body. The tips of her fingers grazed around the head of his cock, and he helplessly thrust his hips upward. Her index finger and thumb enclosed around him, just under the head, and he hissed with need.
The palm of her hand stroked down gently, and then she gripped him hard in her fist.
That wastoo much. Andnot enough. His mind quailed with desperate need so hot and tight he was trembling.
Then she let him go. “I’ll need more preparation, I think. Just a little.”
His mouth went dry as he searched her lovely face. “Preparation?”
“I’m... fairly wet already.” Her cheeks turned a perfect pink, and her eyes darted away. His heart swelled and his limbs ached to pull her into his arms. “I’ll just need to... stretch myself.”
Stretch herself?
His expression must have mirrored his confusion because she held up her fingers and then indicated between her legs.
“Can . . . I?”
She hesitated, squirmed, her cheeks turned even darker in color.
She nodded.
