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For a moment, there was resistance. His strong neck locked against my arms, and his hands slid to my shoulders as if to push me away. I pressed closer, biting back a moan as my nipples brushed his chest through the nightgown.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered.
Whatever resolve had held him in check thus far, at that moment, splintered. It was so clearly obvious, the very second that it happened, that I was half-convinced I heard the crash inside him. Like shattering Dragon Caste crystal.
With a brutal moan, he descended, his mouth covering mine. Exhilaration pounded through me, making my pulse race. I groaned into his mouth, delighting in the hard scrape of his tusks contrasting with the slick searching of his tongue.
His cock jumped against my abdomen, boiling my blood with need.
He fisted the fabric of my nightgown’s skirt, dragging it up to my hips. He managed to keep the fabric there as his grip shifted and then tightened to hold me. He lifted me onto the table.
Moaning, my thighs parted instinctively, making room for his bulk to press between them. Rough, urgent fingers stroked my bare thighs, making my insides curl.
“I wanted to do this that day in the market,” he hissed savagely, once again fisting the fabric of my skirt and holding it at my hips. “Wanted to plunge my hands beneath that swirling green skirt and shove all the fabric up until you were bared to me. Until I could see you. Taste you.”
I whimpered, my eyes slits of fevered need as I stared at him. His gaze was fixed ravenously between my legs.
“I didn’t know you wanted to… Even back then,” I panted.
His breath shuddered out of him. I arched as his fingers brushed my inner thigh and then grazed my soaked panties.
“Oh, I wanted to. Needed to. I was so cursedly hard I’m still not sure how I walked out of Frilda’s tent.”
“I thought you seemed quiet on the way back!”
He’d barely spoken to me on the way back to the castle and had kept his front tactfully turned away from me whenever possible.
“If I was quiet, it was because I was deafened by the howling torment inside my own head.” His fingers found my clit, stroking in hard circles, until I shook. “Curse me, Wynthea. You don’t know how seeing you in that green dress tortured me.” His fingers got faster. My moans got louder.
“I spilled seed thinking of that green velvet against your skin.”
I cried out, throwing my arms around his neck, shocked and carried away by the arousing reality of his confession.
It wasn’t just me.
How many times had I touched myself in the quiet dark, imagining it was him? How many times had I climaxed thinking of the rough-cut granite of his frame looming over me in the gloom? Of what his tongue would feel like? His cock?
My eyes flew open when Sigwulf suddenly moved.
I found him on his knees on the stone. He was so huge that his head and shoulders were still well above the table’s edge. His hands skimmed up my thighs. Tenderly. Almost gently.
Those hands turned to the claws of a beast when they found my panties.
I jerked when the fabric ripped apart as easily as if it were drenched parchment.
“Don’t you dare tell me those were your only pair,” Sigwulf said darkly. His breath puffed against my thighs and quivering sex as he spoke, making me squirm. “I’ll go completely mad if you’re wandering around bare beneath your dresses from tomorrow onward.”
“That was my only pair. So, I suppose you’ll just have to go mad.”
A look of delirious pain slackened his features.
He muttered something in Orcborne that I didn’t understand.
Then he dove between my thighs.
I slammed a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming at the intensity of his onslaught. His heavy hands gripped my hips, sealing me to the wood, as if he were worried I’d float right off the table. His thumbs pressed greedily against the place where my inner thighs met my groin, keeping my legs spread wide as he slicked his tongue from my clitoris to my entrance. On one pass, his tongue nudged inside me. With a strangled moan, he began to rut me with his tongue. His tusks created delicious pricks of sensation on either side of my clenching entrance.
My nerves sang. My insides convulsed. My heart pounded to an unbelievable rhythm, hammering out words inside my chest and my head and my clit.
