Page 20 of A Troll in the Hay

“No, it’s just, I…nobody has ever used that word with me. About me.”

“I say it with passion and reverence for your body, but if it offends you, I will never speak it again.”

“I…I want you to use it. With me.”

“There will only ever be you.” He kisses the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, slowly pumping his fingers into me while pressing his hand to my clit.

My eyes roll back in my head when a bump in the field drives his fingers deeper. “Ogram,” I pant, grinding and rocking on his hand.

He answers by biting my shoulder just hard enough to send erotic heat through me. Breathing hot and fast against my skin, he finger-fucks me, curling and twisting and dragging in all the right places, pushing me into a sharp, white-hot orgasm.

When I shudder with aftershocks this time, he withdraws from my panties. His arm bands around me,pulling me against his chest as the tractor jerks to a stop.

I turn my head at the sound of his moan, and find his eyes closed, his lips sealed around his fingers. Tasting me and loving it. It’s beyond hot. It’s…powerful. “Does my cunt taste good?”

His dark eyes pop open, glinting with something wilder than simple arousal. “You will soon know just how delicious you are.”

Simple words, but the way he says them, it’s almost like a threat. Like he plans to oral me to death. I can’t think of a better way to go.

“Where are we?” I ask once we’re both on the ground. The crop fields are behind us. Faint track marks form a narrow path through a wooded area that appears to open into a clearing not too far ahead.

“The place I told you about, the woods where I lived before the Revelation. I keep a small barn out here as a private place for me alone. I come here when I want to feel a deep connection to my roots. My troll nature.” Facing me, he takes my hand and places my palm on his chest. “If we couple today, it will trigger my rut, a deeply primal mating I have never shared with another.”

“I understand why you’d want to have that experience here,” I say softly, “but are you sure you want it with me?”

“I have never been more sure of anything, Hope.”

This isn’t just sex for him. It’s a big deal. Something he’s waited for, thought about. An important moment.

He sees you as his mate. As in, for life.

Nodding, maybe to him, or maybe to myself, I wrap my arms behind his neck, thread my fingers through his thick hair, and pull his head down until our foreheads and noses touch. “Share it with me.”

His lips crush against mine as he sweeps me off the ground. Snug and secure in his arms, I close my eyes and open my lips, surrendering to the gentle power and passion of his kiss. I’m breathless by the time he carefully lays me out on a worn blanket atop a soft pile of hay. The ridiculously small purse I bought at the thrift store when I traded in the shoes from hell slides to the ground, reminding me of a step I’d be foolish to skip, no matter how fast he makes my heart race or how easy it is to envision a fairy-tale perfect future with him.

“The contraceptive sponges I told you about are in my purse,” I say as he kneels and removes my shoes, then slides his hands up my legs, pushing my dress up with them. “I need to insert one before you insert you.”

“You aren’t ready to take my cock yet, and I’m going to take my time enjoying the preparation.”

A shiver runs through me at his words. Another as he slides my panties down my legs.

His work-roughened hands grip my thighs and guide them open, his eyes closing as he takes a deep breath. “Gods, your scent. I have never smelled anything sweeter,” he says, settling between my legs and drawing my legs onto his shoulders.

The first touch of his tongue to my clit is electric. My hips jerk upward, offering my pussy like a bowl of cherries. Because even though I’m not a virgin, this might aswell be my first time. I’ve never had this kind of instant, intense physical response to anyone else. Never wanted someone the way I want him.

Over and over, he drags his tongue along the seam of my pussy in long passes, each one dipping deeper between my labia before ending at my clit, where he suckles and flicks until I’m at the edge, then leaves me hanging, to start again at the bottom. Just when I think I can’t last another teasing pass, he stays latched on my clit, sucking and flicking while sliding two fingers inside me and curling them, twisting and tapping them.

My orgasm hits without buildup or warning, my back bowing off the blanket as I cry out. It rolls through me in waves, warmth and wetness spreading across my thighs as I buck against his face until I can barely— “Oh god, can you breathe?” I say, trying to scramble backward, but he’s not having it.

Holding me in place, he lifts his head enough for me to see the sheen covering his face. And the self-satisfied smile before he licks his lips. “You will never suffocate me with your delicious cunt, though I encourage you to try.”

I wouldn’t have believed I’d find the wordcunthot, but it is when he says it to me. It flips some switch I didn’t know I had. “Then get back down there.” I have never told someone to eat me out. With him—easy as spreading soft butter on warm toast.

Heat flares in his dark eyes. He teases my clit with the tip of his tongue until my hips tilt toward him with a mind of their own, my body begging for more pressure, more speed. Holding my gaze, he slides fingers insideme.

More than before, and I gasp at the extra fullness. “Three?”

Nodding, he pulls my clit between his lips, his tusk teeth pressing against my labia as he doubles down on his feast.