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“That was so good, Kjartan,” he whispered, his limbs flopping down on the mattress and sinking into the memory foam. “I needed this.”

Beryl chuckled under his breath when I still did not pull off.

“Cock warming?” he asked, and our eyes met halfway across his outstretched body. I gave him a tiny nod. “I never saw the appeal of it, but it feels pretty great when you do it.”

His length twitched in my mouth, making us both gasp. Beryl’s warm hand reached out to stroke my cheek, a fingertip brushing against my tusks framing his cock. “That was great, thank you.“

Chapter 13

Beryl

The light had faded away from the room by the time Kjartan pulled off me.

He was marvellous in the warm lamp light. It softened his edges and made his green skin glow. His eyes fluttered shut as I cupped his cheek, the fresh beard raspy under my skin. “Please let me see you, too.”

The enormous Orc nodded but kept his eyes closed. He got up to his knees, dragged his jumper over his head and exposed apowerful torso. The bulging muscles threw deep shadows on his chest.

I sat up, wanting to be closer to the warmth he radiated.

“You are magnificent, Kjartan.” I imagined planting my words under his skin with every brush of my fingertips.

“Vindur.” His voice cracked with desperation, and he threw his head back, his long dark hair spilling over his broad shoulders and down his spine.

“Look at you. I love your body.” Scrambling up, I kissed over his heart, the highest point of him I could reach. But I wasn’t worried.

We can kiss again later.

“Thor help me,” Kjartan whimpered when I sucked his nipple into my mouth.

“No god can help you, babe.” My breath brushing over the wet skin sent violent goosebumps down his throat. “I will, though.” My hand ghosted down his thick length where it strained against his trousers.

That sexy groan he made when I freed his cock gave my ego a massive boost.

“Kjartan,” I moaned and stuck my face into his groin to get high on his musk. “You smell so good.” I wanted to steal his pants and stick my face into them while I wanked.

“Take your clothes off. All of them,” I commanded.

Heat blazed in his eyes as he obeyed me.

Oh fuck. Not so sure about the fit anymore.

I hated when dudes flexed with their size, but fucking hell. If anyone had the right to brag, it was him. Kjartan’s cock was almost as long as my forearm, dark green, thick, and veiny.

Who cares if it doesn’t fit. I still want him in me.

“Please tell me you have condoms and lube here,” I groaned, my eyes glued to the beading drops of precum at his tip.

“I have both.” Kjartan nodded, his cheeks turning slightly pink. I melted at the sight.

“Gods, please get them. I want you so much.”

He lunged at me, cradling my head in his palm as he kissed me. With every teasing lick of his tongue, every sucking of his lips, every gasped breath he swallowed down, Kjartan drove me out of my mind.

“Wait for me, Vindur.” He lowered me to the bed with one more gentle nip to my bottom lip.

I watched him disappear into the bathroom, my eyes hanging on his gorgeous ass once more.

“It’s been so long since I had time to indulge in someone.” Kjartan set his knees on the bed, next to the spot where he had dropped the bottle of lube and a few condoms. He settled between my spread knees, and then palmed my hips. “You are so delicate, Beryl.” Soft lips pressed a kiss on my dick. “I love your cock.” He focused on the head, his stubble scratching the sensitive underside.