AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She goes to fix her top, pinning the broaches back in place, when I move with instinct, staying her hand, my large fingers dwarfing her own. I stroke her skin, my black claws sheathed, my fingertips soft. Down they trace, before stopping right above the brand, a question in my eyes.
“It doesn’t hurt,” she whispers the answer. “Not any longer.”
My expression doesn’t change, but my heart bleeds for her. How can this bright being of light and laughter have been treated so shamefully? My fingers start moving again with a mind of their own, soothing their way over the old burn. I can tell the skin is still sensitive there, and she shivers a little at the gentle touch. Suddenly I can no longer bear it. My fingers are on her chin, tipping her head back, and then my lips are on hers.
It is a simple thing to kiss Pellia. It feels necessary, as if she were my very breath.
My passion rises and my cock grows hard the longer I am touching her, but my control is iron. I won’t kiss the way she might expect a rough and large orc like me would kiss. Instead, my kiss is soft and gentle, punctuated with teasing nips and long, leisurely movements. She gasps against my lips, breathless, and pushing closer to me, and I chafe at the clothes between us. I end the kiss. She stiffens slightly, like she is bracing herself for me to run hot and cold once again, but I am all hot now. Instead, I kiss her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. Reverently, almost, the caresses filled with a leashed sort of need. I want to treat her like she deserves, to worship as I have always wanted until both of us are replete and satisfied.
“I am tired of fighting you, temptress,” I sigh into her hair, my arms coming around her body and pulling her even closer. Her bare breasts crush against my chest and I yearn to feel her naked everywhere.
“Then stop,” she says simply, leaning forward on the tips of her toes to take my lips again.
“I am not looking for a mate, I . . .”
“I’m not asking to be your mate,” she teases, her hands coming to my chest to unbuckle the harness that usually holds my ax. We are both wearing too many things, I decide. “I am asking to be your lover. Not because of any plans but because it is what we both need. Let us stop playing, Verrick, and start living.”
I groan at that and take her lips again, this time tinged witha little more desperation. There’s a more force behind this kiss and she opens to welcome the invasion of my tongue.
Finally.
Chapter 14
Pellia
Verrick is kissing me. Kissing me like he’s drowning and I am air. Kissing me like we can meld our two forms together with just his masterful lips.
I came into this tent a little angry and shy and uncertain, but I am none of those things anymore. I am a temptress.Histemptress. I work the buckle of his harness free and slide the straps down his arms, letting my fingers tease his skin as I do so. He kisses me again, my bare top now slides against his, free of any impediment.
He says against my lips, “Do you like this dress?”
“Tear it,” I say, throwing caution to the wind, “I don’t care. I want to feel you.”
He growls and the sound of ripped fabric is in the air, my ruined dress falling to the ground, leaving me only in my underthings. Another rip and I am naked. He makes quick work of his warkilt and then pulls me closer, delicious skin against skin.
He picks me up and my legs instinctually wrap around his torso. I want to feel his malehood against me, but he is too tall and instead I am rubbing against the muscles of his stomach, the ridges teasing my clit and making me grow wet.
“Temptress . . .” he hisses against my mouth, peppering in more light and teasing kisses. Surprising from a man who hasalways been so taciturn and serious. “You smell so good . . .”
He carries me to the bed and tosses me on the furs. I laugh lightly at the desperate move and then he is on me again.
“But I am sure you will taste even better . . .” he says, sliding down my body, kissing each of my breasts before massaging them with strong, deft hands. He eyes my brand, but before I can feel self-conscious, he gives it a light, gentle kiss, teasing the sensitive skin, before continuing his quest downward.
He is between my thigh before I realize what he means. “You cannot want to . . .”
“I want to,” he growls. “I must or I will go insane. Do not tell me no one . . . ?”
“No one,” I say, opening my legs wider in blatant invitation. “I’ve never . . .”
“Well, that is unacceptable,” he replies, then buries his face in my center. With the first lick of his tongue, I begin to squirm. With the second I am writhing. Then, he begins tothrum. A wash of additional arousal washes over me and I cry out. When he licks me again, I almost scream. His tongue isvibrating.
Soon, faster than I ever have in my life, I am coming. But still he thrums and thrums, licking and sucking, pushing fingers into my eager, quivering channel. And I am coming again and again.Thisis the orc’ssibilance? How are there not women following them, constantly crying and begging to be fucked? I would. I would beg, I am begging. Begging him not to stop. Over and over. I come and I beg and the world melts away into lust and bliss.
Whenever I think it’s too much, that I can’t possibly come anymore, Verrick thrums again and renews my passion, taking me to higher and higher levels of bliss. I did not know it was possible to feel this good. When he finally pulls away, I am a shivering ball of euphoric nerves.
“You’ve . . .you’ve fucked the brains out of me,” I say. “I can’t even think right now.”
He darkly chuckles and replies, “Oh, temptress, that was just the appetizer. Now we have dessert.”
