Page 23 of Rapunzel's Outlaw Orc
I sigh and settle against him again, fingers drifting lower along his stomach. “I don’t want this to end.”
“It won’t.”
I wish I believed him. Still, I hold on to the illusion for a little longer. The illusion that he’s mine and I’m his and we have forever.
“Did you mean it?” I ask, voice soft. “What you said? That we’ll find a way out?”
He shifts under me, turning so we’re face to face. “Yes. Even if I have to dismantle every brick with my bare hands.”
“There’s my warrior orc,” I snort, but the laughter fades almost as quickly as it came. “Even if it means going back to your world?”
A long pause. Then he exhales. “I can’t go back.”
“Because of the zombie thing?”
His laugh is hollow. “Partially. I was a commander in the Border Wars. When I killed the zombie, the Powers That Be decided to make an example of me.”
“What kind of example?”
“They threw me through the portal like trash. I’m sure they’ve told my people I’m dead.”
My heart aches for him. “What about your parents? Your friends?”
He shrugs. “I don’t remember my parents. And I didn’t have friends. I had… acquaintances. Soldiers I drank with when the government no longer had a use for us.” He finally looks at me, his eyes shadowed. “Even if I wanted to go back, the portal’s gone. They don’t let monsters come home.”
I crawl across the rug and grab his hand, curling my fingers around his. “You’re not a monster.”
He frowns. “You know what I am. What I’ve done.”
“I know what you’ve done for me. You’ve listened. Cared. You make tea. You talk to roots and model sarongs like a catwalk king. You’ve… brought me to life.”
A slow smile tugs at his mouth. “When you put it like that… I guess I am pretty damn special.”
“You are.” I poke him. “And don’t get me started on the mind-blowing orgasms.”
He smirks. “Mind-blowing orgasms, you say?” he growls, tackling me back into the blankets and nuzzling my neck until I’m squealing with laughter. “Well, princess, prepare to have your mind blown again.”
I moan loudly, more than willing to let him blow my mind and anything else that takes his fancy again.
One hand grips my bottom, the other sliding up my thigh.
I shiver beneath him, slack-jawed and eager as I feel the tip of his tongue against the side of my throat.
“You taste like me,” he grunts, flicking my skin to demonstrate what he means. And then I feel his fingers between my legs, slipping against my slick skin. “Here, too, princess.”
I whimper, almost certain it’s illegal for him to say things like that. I like them too much.
I have a feeling he knows it because he chuckles against my throat before rolling us. I end up straddling his hips, staring down at him. The way he looks at me…Gods, it’s like I’m a work of art and a feast, and he isn’t sure if he wants to worship or devour.
“Ride me, princess,” he demands, big hands around my waist, lifting me.
“I… Can I do that?” It seems like a valid question until he gives me a decidedly wicked orc-ish smirk.
“Oh, yeah,” he rasps, his erection prodding at my entrance. “You can absolutely do that.”
“Help me.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice. He settles me over him, helping to balance me so I can slide down. And, oh gods, he’s so big, so deep.
