Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 58110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
With a low growl, he fists his hand in my tangled hair and tilts my head back. A moment later, his mouth crashes down on mine. I bite back a gasp of pleased surprise, opening up to receive his kiss. Our mouths don't fit together perfectly—his is too wide and his tusks get in the way, but it doesn't matter. I love the passion, the dip of his tongue against mine, the way that he moves his lips against my face. I love all of it and I want so much more. "You want to be mine?" he asks, voice ragged. "Tonight?"
"More than anything."
I smile into the darkness. "Then touch me."
He kisses me again, his mouth gentle on mine. Then he kisses down my neck, nuzzling and licking at the sensitive skin of my throat. "You deserve a big bed and soft blankets," he murmurs between kisses. "A fire to keep you warm. Wine to keep your thirst away. Candlelight—"
I grab at his topknot and tug on it. "I want this now," I remind him. "I don't care that this is a cave or that it's cold out. I just want to be yours. No more waiting, Agakor."
"No more waiting," he agrees, and then his hand is at the belt at my waist. He tugs it loose, letting it fall to the floor. "Can I undress you?"
"I wish you would."
Agakor chuckles. "You are so eager, no matter what I throw at you." He tugs at the hem of my borrowed tunic, hauling it upward. "How did I get so lucky?"
"You gave my father a wagonful of gold?" I tease. "Is that luck?" I shiver in the cold as he pulls the tunic over my head and I'm left topless. I'm much more familiar with having a chemise to cover my bare skin, and I cross my arms over my chest. My breasts are large and not especially perky, and it feels better when they're confined in a tight bodice that hauls everything into its correct place. Having everything hang loose is…awkward. At least it's dark.
But then Agakor tugs my hand away. "Let me look at you."
"You can see in this?" I hold a hand out, wiggling my fingers, and I can't even see it in front of me.
"I can. Orcs have excellent vision." He pulls my hands away and when I let them drop to my sides, I hear his breath hiss. "Look at you. So damned beautiful."
My skin prickles and my nipples tighten at his response. It takes everything I have to remain still and not cover myself again, because he wants to gaze upon me. I want him to look, too. I want him to be pleased with everything about me, just like I am with him. I don't even care that he's a half-orc or that his father likes to wear garlands of flowers to disguise his scent. I just enjoy being with Agakor. I love the way he makes me feel. I love how protective he is and that he makes me laugh.
And I really, really love his touch.
I gasp when a big, warm hand palms my breast. A moment later, he covers me with his other hand, and then he toys with both of them. "Gods, Iolanthe. I didn't think there would be anything better than your freckles, but your freckles on these beauties takes my breath away."
He likes my freckles? I want to ask about that, but his thumbs move over my nipples and then everything in my head goes blank. Dazed, I stand still as he teases them into points, and heat pulses through me. Him teasing the tips of my breasts makes me almost as heated as when his fingers are between my thighs. He's never touched my breasts until now, and I had no idea it could feel so very nice.
"Say something," Agakor murmurs. "Is this all right?"
"It feels good," I manage, shivering when his thumb strokes over one tight nipple. "You've never touched them before."
"You usually have them cinched up to your chin in one of your dresses," he agrees. I hear a shifting of fabric, and then a moment later, a hot, hungry mouth clasps over one nipple. I cry out as he groans his pleasure. "And you taste just as sweet as I imagined."
"Agakor," I pant. "Oh, gods."
"Such pretty breasts," he murmurs against my skin. His tusks graze my sensitive flesh as he teases the tip of one breast and then moves to the other. When my fluttering, helpless hands land on his hair, I realize he's dropped to his knees in front of me, and I sink my fingers into the knot of hair atop his skull. It feels good to have something to hold onto as he loops one big arm around my waist and hauls me in, his mouth latching on my breast. "Could tongue these beauties for hours."