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"Yes," I gasp, my back bowing, my nails raking down his scalp and shoulders. "Oh fuck, Grok, yes...just like that, don't stop, please don't stop..."
He growls around my nipple, the vibrations shivering through me like a caress, and redoubles his efforts, his mouth working me into a frenzy of pure, mindless need. His hand comes up to cup and knead my other breast, rolling and plucking at the nipple until I'm writhing beneath him, my body a live wire of sensation.
I'm so lost in the pleasure, the pounding want, that I barely register his other hand skimming over my ribs, my stomach...until it reaches the slick, swollen heat of my still-sensitive sex, and everything snaps into sharp, startling focus. This isn't like the throne room, so fast and frantic, in front of everyone. This time it's just us, just me and the warlord, his fingers slow and deliberate.
"Oh gods," I choke out, my hips bucking instinctively into his touch. "Grok, please..."
"Shh," he soothes, pressing soft, suckling kisses to the inside of my thigh. "Let me take care of you, sweet...let me worship you the way you deserve... the way I've ached to, since the moment I first scented you on the wind."
My thighs fall open at the dominance in his voice, and I tug him to me. I whimper as he lowers his mouth to my folds, his tongue stroking and exploring. I cry out and buck against him, my legs twitching with the pleasure of his mouth against my sex. He groans against my skin when he feels how wet I am, how ready for another round, his touch growing firmer, more purposeful as he seeks out the throbbing little bud at the apex of my sex.
When he finds it, circling it with the warm tip of his tongue, I nearly scream with the sharp, shocking bliss of it. Pleasure lances through me like lightning, like the wild magic that crackles in the air between us, and I buck and thrash mindlessly, my body moving with his in an ancient, primal dance.
He plays me masterfully, his tongue confident and knowing, wringing gasps and cries and broken pleas from my lips like the most erotic of melodies. He seems to know just how to suckle me, just where to stroke and circle and lav, to send me hurtling towards the edge with dizzying speed.
"Lily,” he murmurs as he sinks one thick finger into me. "Gods, you're so tight, so perfect...I can feel you, squeezing me..."
"More," I beg, seeking more friction, more touch. "Grok, please, I need...I need..."
"I know," he rumbles, another finger joining the first. "I know what you need, sweet...and I'm going to give it to you. All of it, until you're shaking apart in my arms, until you're ruined for any touch but mine..."
My hips buck and roll, shameless and hungry, as he takes his fingers and crooks them just so against the sensitive spot behind my pubic bone. His mouth joins his fingers again and he sucks on my clit until I see stars, thrusting against the hot wetness of his clever ogre mouth. I shatter with a wild, keening wail, my body convulsing around him as I come harder than I ever have in my life.
Wave after wave of pure, electric ecstasy crashes over me, through me, until I'm boneless and trembling in his arms, my heart pounding and my breath coming in ragged gasps.
Distantly, I feel him shudder against me, a low, guttural groan vibrating through his chest as he gentles me through the aftershocks, his fingers slowing but not stopping their intimate caress.
"That's it, my Red Blade," he rasps, his voice raw and ragged with his own need. "Gods, you're so fucking perfect when you come for me...I could watch you fall apart, make you fall apart, every second of every fucking day and never, never get enough..."
I moan softly, tilting my hips into his touch, already feeling the tendrils of renewed arousal licking through my veins. "Want you," I manage to gasp out, my hands scrabbling clumsily at his shoulders, his arms. "Please, Grok...I need to feel you, all of you..."
He snarls, a sound of pure, predatory hunger, and surges up to claim my mouth again, his tongue plundering and possessing. His tusks brush my skin, hard and unmistakably ogre, unmistakably male, and it only makes me hotter, needier, my body craving his with a ferocity that steals my breath.
He makes quick work of his own clothes, his claws shredding leather and linen like they're nothing more than cobwebs in his path. And then he's settling between my thighs, his huge, heavily muscled body blanketing mine, his heat and hardness searing me even through the barrier of his skin.
"Look at me," he commands softly, raising up on one elbow to stare down into my eyes. "I want to watch you, see you...when I make you mine, when I claim you so deep neither of us will ever forget."
I shudder at the dark, decadent promise in his voice, my breath hitching as I feel the broad, blunt head of his cock nudging at my entrance. He's so big, so hard and hot and heavy...I don't know how I'm going to take him again, how I'm going to survive the intensity, the immensity, of his possession.
But gods, I want to. I want to be filled, stretched, branded by his body, his being. I want to feel every inch of him, deep and driving and relentless, until there's no part of me that isn't his, that isn't marked and molded and made for his pleasure, his power.
“Yes," I tell him, reaching for another kiss. "Yes, Grok...my warlord, my king. Take me, claim me...make me yours, now and forever."
A snarl rips from his chest, savage and exultant, and then he's pushing forward, breaching me with one slow, inexorable thrust. I gasp at the sudden, shocking fullness, my eyes fluttering shut as my body struggles to accommodate his thick, rigid length.
"No," he growls, his hand coming up to grip my chin, tilting my face back to his. "Keep them open, Lily. Watch me...watch us."
I obey with a shuddering moan, my eyes locking with his as he begins to move, his hips rocking and rolling in a deep, driving rhythm that sends sparks of pleasure-pain skittering up my spine. He's huge, stretching and filling me beyond what I thought I could bear...but gods, it feels incredible, a sweet, searing ache that builds and builds with every thrust, every grinding circle of his pelvis against mine.
"So tight," he rasps, his voice strained and guttural with the effort of his restraint. "So perfect, gripping me like a fucking fist...gods, Lily, you were made for me, made to take me...so fucking deep..."
I can only whimper in response, my fingers clawing at his back, his arms, anchoring myself against the tidal pull of his body, his hunger. He feels massive inside me, a steel-hard column of flesh that rubs and strokes every sensitive nerve ending, every secret sweet spot I never even knew I had.
It's almost too much, too intense, too consuming...but at the same time, it's not enough. I need more, harder, faster, until I'm shaking apart in his arms, until I'm shattering into a million billion pieces that only he can put back together.
"Harder," I pant, my teeth sinking into my lower lip as I grind myself onto his pistoning cock. "Fuck me harder, Grok...gods, I need it, I need you...ruin me for anyone else, make me yours..."
A raw, ragged groan tears from his throat, and then he's slamming into me like a beast, his hips jackhammering and his hands bruising on my thighs as he hoists me into each brutal, battering thrust. The lewd, liquid sounds of our bodies coming together echoes obscenely in the close, cavern-like chamber, a carnal chorus that spurs us both to greater heights of desperation, of depravity.
