Page 30 of Rapunzel's Outlaw Orc
Leaves answer with a green ripple. Branches tilt and knit, weaving a low bower in the small clearing like fingers lacing in prayer. Honeysuckle releases perfume into the air. Fireflies drift closer to form a chandelier.
“Thank you,” she whispers as the bower settles around us.
I pull her into my arms, my heart kicking against my breastbone in a wild beat. She burrows into me with a soft sigh of contentment, as if she finally knows peace. The world is still and quiet around us, giving us the privacy she requested.
“Say it again,” she whispers, craning her head back until her violet eyes meet mine.
I know what she’s asking for—what she wants to hear.
My hand slips into her hair, anchoring her to me as I dip my head. My lips run down the side of her cheek, tracking toward her mouth. I press those three little words right there, breathing them into her. “I love you.”
She shivers, and it’s like the woods quiver with her. Her mouth seams to mine, her breath sweet and triumphant. The salty remnants of her tears break my heart and mend it too. She wept for me in a way no one ever has. And then she breathed me back to life.
Gods, she’s incredible.
“I love you,” I murmur again, tugging at the fabric still clinging to her body with impatient hands. It slips and tears beneath my fingers, but she only laughs in response, a teasing sound I feel in my balls.
The fabric lands in a pool at our feet, quickly covered by the moss growing to create a bed. I’m not sure if that’s her doing or if it’s the forest, but I take advantage of the situation and tumble her to her back beneath me.
“Brannock,” she moans, arching into me, as if she can’t stand to separate even an inch.
“I know, princess.” I claim her mouth in a deep kiss, my hands trailing down her sides. We kiss until I can’t breathe, until she’s undulating beneath me, little whimpers falling from her lips. When I pull back, her cheeks are flushed, violet eyes wild.
I nip her collarbone, starting a lazy journey down her body. Everywhere my lips touch, she trembles. She sighs. She melts for me.
“You still taste like me, Rapunzel.”
“Because I’m yours, Bran.” Her wide eyes meet mine, full of devotion. “I love you.”
I bury my face between her legs, my hands splayed across her thighs to keep them spread wide for me. With the entire forest watching, I devour her, lips and tusks and tongue wreaking havoc on her pretty body. And when she cries out, shattering for me, it’s like the forest cries out too.
The ground hums beneath us, seeming to beat in time with her wild heartbeat. Leaves rain down from overhead, trembling and shaking from branches bent to provide cover.
Fable Forest feels what I do to her, and it rejoices.
She falls limp beneath me, panting for breath. But she doesn’t stay there for long. Within moments, she’s rising like smoke, all sin and intention. It glitters in her eyes when she pushes me backward, her hands firm against my chest. Vines make handcuffs, looping around my wrists.
“What are you doing, princess?” I ask, eyeing her warily as she crawls over me.
“Climbing you like that tower,” she says sweetly, a stubborn tilt to her chin that has my cock throbbing in response.
It throbs again when she sets to work on my clothing, stripping them from my body with determination. Her hands run across me in featherlight, teasing strokes, setting fire to my skin that I feel in my soul.
“Rapunzel,” I growl, pulling against the vines she’s locked around my wrists. I want my hands on her. I want to make her quiver and moan again. But my little dryad is not playing fair. “Release me, princess.”
“Not yet.” The smile on her lips is pure sex. “I haven’t had my way with you.”
She dips her head, the tip of her tongue flicking out. I feel it against my abdomen, raking trails of fire across my heated skin. She shifts lower, lower, lower.
“Oh, Gods,” I groan, hips arching toward her eager, curious mouth. Her breath blows hot against my aching flesh. Her mouth around the head of my cock is sin and salvation at once, ruining and saving me in the same breath.
She’s tentative and unsure, but somehow perfect as she sucks me deep, using her lips and tongue to drive me higher. What she can’t fit, she strokes with one perfect hand. The other cups my heavy balls, rolling them in a way that has the entire forest listening to me growl and curse.
“Please,” I gasp. It’s the first time I’ve ever begged for anything. I’m an orc warrior. We don’t beg. We slash and hack and maim and take, never beg. But right here? Right now? With Rapunzel’s mouth wreaking havoc on me? I beg. Iwhimper.
She brings me right to the edge with fire in her eyes and my cock in her mouth, but she doesn’t send me over. Instead, she risesover me, triumphant and sure. I strain against the vines again, desperate to touch and take and claim. Gods, do I want to claim.
But she isn’t mine to claim now. I’m hers.
