Page 121 of The Orc Chief's Baker
Ecstasy exploded behind her eyes as she came too. She couldn’t get enough air to scream. Couldn’t do anything butfeelas pleasure pulsed in waves through her. It rippled from the sting of his bite. Roared down her back and limbs. She trembled and writhed, and through it all Brovdir held her, kept her safe, helped her to ride out the storm.
She collapsed into his panting frame. The feel of his hot, heavy breath over her stinging shoulder feltso good. Her bodywas sated and relaxed and her frantic heartbeat subsided into a content, pulsing rhythm. She felt each beat in the bite.
Brovdir carefully released her, only to start lapping at the injury with his tongue. She squirmed under his attention, and he instantly stopped.
“Hurts?”
The worry in his tone made her melt. “No. Feels good.” It did. She could see the deep ring of teeth marks from the corner of her eye, feel the blood that trickled down her back, and yet it didn’t hurt. It simply tingled slightly and pulsed with her heartbeat.
“Can . . . I lick?”
“Yes.”
He instantly went back to the task of cleaning the wound with his tongue. Each lap was slow and methodical. His warm tongue soothed the sting away.
“Thank you,” he said between long licks. “Thank you, Trinia.”
She chuckled at the warmth in his voice. “You’ve earned it.” She dipped close to his neck, pressed her lips to his ear. “You’re such a good boy.”
He fell forward, buried his mouth against the bite wound andgroaned.The only reason that the whole hall didn’t hear it was because it was muffled by her shoulder and instead, she felt that sound soak into the mark he’d given her and tremble all the way through her body.
She could feelhimin every piece of her. Like a real thing curling inside her chest. Comforting, warm, supportive...
“You’re... mine now,” he whispered against her skin so low she almost couldn’t hear it.
“Yes,” she affirmed. “I am yours, Brovdir.”
She yipped as he picked her up, swung her around, and plunked her down on the box he’d been on. Her thighs clenched together, still sopping wet. Her pussy pulsed at the sudden loss of his cock.
But she didn’t have time to brood on that for long. Brovdir knelt before her, eyes fiery with intention.
“Fades, look at you.” His voice was husky and raw. “The most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. I adore every bit of you.”
He pushed up her skirts and kissed her damp thighs.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked, but he didn’t linger, instead he kept trailing his lips upward to her rounded stomach, kissing tenderly as he went.
“You’re mine now. And I want to bask in my treasure.” His words made her shiver with pleasure. “I adore how soft you are. How smooth. How your body gives as I press into it.”
She lost all her breath as his lips caressed the folds of her skin, the bulges and creases and curves. He treated them withreverence.
He met her eyes. “I adore your fierceness. Your strength. Your intelligence. Your determination to do what is right and bravery to tell me what needs to be done without faltering.”
Tears pricked her eyes, and her heart swelled.
He cupped her face and pressed kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her flooding eyes. “Everything, Trinia. Everything about you feels...”
She waited, breath caught.
His gaze was so soft. “You are home to me, Trinia of Oakwall. That is what you feel like. You smell like it, taste like it, andlooklike it. Everything about you draws me in and makes me more comfortable.”
She felt so warm and fluttery that for a moment, the world around her didn’t seem real. Everything blurred except forhim.
And in his eyes, she could see the truth. “You... really are imprinted on me, aren’t you?”
Brovdir tensed and sat back slightly. “I... do not intend to pressure you.”
She grabbed his hands before he could go any further. “No, that’s not what I—so you really are? You’ve imprinted? On me?”
