I loved that my brat came out when he was balls deep in me.

He moaned my name and gripped a fistful of my hair so he could tilt my head back to suck on my neck.

My sweet Orc never let me goad him. I loved that about him, too.

With a murmured ‘gladly’ he pulled almost all the way out before sinking back into me.

Nope, me first.

“K—”

He clamped his hand over my mouth.

“Let me give you a reason to scream it.”

With a gentle kiss on my temple, he drew out and began to fuck me so deep I felt it in my bones.

His thighs slapped my cheeks, his strained grunts fanning over my skin.

So fucking full.

“Yes, Vindur?” he asked, pumping his cock and tilting his hips until he bumped into my spot. Pleasure zapped my body, and he withdrew his hand.

I gulped a few mouthfuls of fresh air. He hit my prostate again. And again. And again.

“Oh fuck! Kjartan!”

He maintained the angle and drove me out of my fucking mind.

My cum drenched the fresh sheets under me as I sobbed on his length.

“Breed me, come on, Kjartan!”

It took him only a few more thrusts before he stilled in me, tusks grazing my shoulder as he filled my hole.

A warm body draped over me like a blanket, lips peppering my face with kisses.

“I love you, Bee.”

“I love you, but I’ll be so sore when I meet Struan to discuss the renovations.”

“You can soak in the tub after lunch.” He gave me a pouty, apologetic smile. “And maybe after dinner, too.” The poutturned into that lip biting thing he did with his left tusk. The one that always drove me feral.

“Vindur,” Kjartan gasped when I clenched around him. “You are insatiable, my sweet Sylph.” He bucked his hips against my ass, his invading length hardening and stretching me. “But you know I am ravenous when it comes to you, don’t you?”

Where did you pick up all that gravel, sweetheart?

“Fuck, yes, I do. But damn it, I will be so sore on Monday.” I giggled, hissing when my muscles tightened around him.

“You take me so well, Vindur. We’ll deal with that matter together.”

“Are you going to carry me around for the meeting?” I quipped.See? It’s his balls slapping my cheeks that turns me into a brat.

“Mmm, you know how much I enjoy that. Especially when I have you against a wall.” He took up the slow pumping, the one that felt like he was making love to my soul, not just my body.

Damn. I pushed aside the discomfort I would be in and focused on what that man did to me.

Let that be future Bee’s problem.