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)
"Aye?" he asks, voice husky. "That feels good, doesn't it? Hitting the spot now?" When I nod frantically, he thrusts again, and then he's moving quickly, pumping into me faster than before. My breath comes in hitching gasps as I try to match his rhythm, but it's hard for me to follow when he keeps striking that spot inside me. I forget all about being cold or how big he feels pressing into me, and I chase that curling thread of pleasure. I dig my nails into his skin and bear down on him as he pushes upward.
On and on, and that sweet, elusive pleasure keeps building. I sob with need, driving myself down on him as he pushes into me. I might be begging. I might be slamming my hips down on his. I might be touching myself frantically—all I know is that I have to come, and desperately. I press my face to his neck, focused, and I'm shocked when he bites down on my shoulder. The hot, hard nip of it startles me—and then I'm coming harder than I've ever come before, my legs jerking as wave after wave of release unleashes through me. Agakor whispers in my ear and tells me how beautiful I am even as he drives into me again and again, teasing more of the release out of me.
I slump against him, boneless and sated, and he growls low in his throat. "Can I put you on your back, love?" I nod, and then his arms are on my back and he's over me in the cave. I'm laying atop our cast-aside clothing and my backside is on the cold cave floor, but it doesn't seem to matter. I'm too dazed to move as Agakor pushes my knees up practically to my shoulders and then mounts me again, driving into me so hard that his balls slap against my skin. When he comes, it's with a dark snarl, his big body shuddering over mine. He drives into me once, twice more, and then falls over me, caging me with his arms.
Slowly, I become aware of just how heavy he is. I sigh, sliding my hand over his arm, not wanting to spoil the moment. "There's a rock pushing into my backside," I whisper. "Can we sit up?"
He chuckles, the sound exhausted but pleased, and lifts off of me. Immediately, I feel the loss of his body over mine, and I'm extremely aware of the sticky wetness between my thighs. Oh, Belara's mercy, we made a mess. I slide a hand between my thighs and his seed is everywhere. "Please tell me there's a towel somewhere in this cave."
"No, but I have a tunic." He pulls me to my feet and cleans me off, and I inwardly cringe at what everyone is going to think when he shows up tomorrow with no tunic on. Will they know what we were doing?
Then again, it is our wedding night. Sort of. "So what happens now?"
He pulls me close, pressing a kiss to my cheek and then nipping at my ear. He's affectionate even now, and I move closer into his arms, pressing against his bare skin. It feels good to let him cuddle me after everything we just did, even though my knees feel like they're made of water. "Does something more need to happen?" He tongues my earlobe. "Do you want me to make you come again? I can. I should have made you come twice, as a proper orc does.”
"Do we stay here all night?" I clarify, blushing. "Do you still need to club me?"
Agakor kisses me again, pressing his mouth along my jaw. "I'm not clubbing you. They'll be able to smell that we were together and draw their conclusions from there."
I bite back a moan of dismay. His people do things differently, I remind myself. "I guess we could show them the bite you put on my shoulder if someone really needs proof."
He puts a finger under my chin, angling my face up. "They won't need to see it. They'll be able to see the nips I left all over your throat. I think I got a little carried away." He holds me against him, stroking a hand up and down my back. "Are you sore anywhere?" When I shrug, he chuckles down at me. "You will be tomorrow, mark my words."
"Tomorrow, when I'm supposed to escape you?" I point out.
"I'll let you give me a love-tap with the club," he promises. "My father will be thrilled to see it." Then he's kissing me again, his arms tight around me. "My bride. My sweet Iolanthe. Sometimes I still can't believe you want me."
"You paid for a bride," I point out, laughing.
"I did. And I expected to drag my grudging woman to the altar. To have you is just…a gift beyond imagining." He tucks me against him, and I feel safe and protected. "I should regret what we did tonight. That we didn't wait for our wedding night. But I'm so glad, Iolanthe. So damned glad."