Page 113 of Her Orc Healer

"Don't make me choose," I said, smiling as I ran my hands down his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. "I'm quite fond of both."

Kazrek laughed, the sound vibrating against my skin. He shifted lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses down my stomach, his tusks leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. When he reached the waistband of my skirt, he looked up, eyes gleaming with something wicked and reverent all at once.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, voice low and warm as he worked my skirts off.

I grinned, breath catching as his hands gripped my hips again, steady and sure. “You know exactly what I want.”

His brow arched, amused. “Say it anyway.”

“Cocky,” I muttered.

He nosed against my thigh, breath hot against my skin. “Honest.”

I laughed—and it wasn’t a nervous sound. It was real, open, delighted. “I want your mouth.”

Kazrek groaned like I’d just granted him a blessing. “As you wish.”

He lowered himself with reverence, but his tongue was sinful, his mouth sure. He licked me like he’d missed the taste of me, like this was what he’d been thinking about every night he’d been too tired to touch me—like he was making up for every time we’d rushed, every time we hadn’t had the luxury of slow.

I gasped, hips arching, fingers digging into the sheets. He didn’t stop. Didn’t tease. Just gave.

“Stars, Kaz—”

He hummed, low and pleased, and the vibration of it made my toes curl.

I was loud. I didn’t care. There was no fear left in me, no part of me trying to shrink or hide. I let him see it all—let him hear how good he made me feel, how much I wanted this, wanted him. I opened my thighs wider for him, shameless now, my heels digging into the sheets as I rocked against his mouth. His tongue moved in slow, confident strokes, parting me with deliberate care, circling the spot that made my vision blur.

“Right there,” I gasped, one hand flying to his hair. I curled my fingers in it, not to guide—he didn’t need guiding—but just to hold on.

He groaned again, the sound sending another pulse of heat through me, and pressed two fingers inside me, curling them just so.

My back arched. “Kaz—don’t stop—”

He didn’t. He never did. He knew me now. Knew every sound I made, every way my body came apart for him. Pleasure built fast and hot, coiling low in my belly, tightening until it was all I could feel. And still, he licked, slow and steady, fucking me with his fingers until I broke with a cry that echoed off the beams.

I came hard, legs trembling, hips stuttering against his mouth. He held me through it, tongue gentle now, soft and reverent as I shook. When I opened my eyes, he was watching me. His lips slick, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“You always look so proud after,” I said, voice wrecked but amused.

“Shouldn’t I be?” His voice was rough with want.

I pulled him up and kissed him, tasting myself on his mouth and not caring at all. His cock pressed hot and hard between us, and I reached for him, wrapping my hand around him with practiced ease. Kazrek sucked in a breath and buried his face against my neck.

“Lie back,” I whispered. “Let me ride you.”

His groan was full-bodied. He obeyed. I straddled him slowly, savoring the drag of him as I sank down. He filled me just right—deep and perfect and home.

He was watching me again, hands firm on my hips, but not controlling. Just steady. Just there.

I rocked against him, finding my rhythm, riding him with a confidence I didn’t used to have. I wanted to be seen. Wanted him to feel everything I gave.

“Look at you,” he said roughly. “So fucking beautiful. So strong.”

I rolled my hips harder. “Then don’t look away.”

He didn’t.

And I didn’t slow down. Not when his hands slid up my back, not when he sat up and kissed me through another climax, not when I felt him grow even harder inside me, on the edge of breaking.