Page 35 of Enchanted with the Orc (The Kingverse Orcs #4)

Tasia

I t was incredible. Completely out of the stratosphere. His tongue, moving in and out, lapping and circling, and his nose against my skin, and the hungry sounds he made from deep in his chest whenever I clenched around him, and I was going to… I was going to…

I wasn’t sure I was going to come. Until tonight, I’d never come with another person before. Only alone. “I don’t know if I can,” I murmured apologetically, hating how reedy my voice sounded.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned. His tongue swiped the entirety of my pussy.

A long, broad stroke. “Please.” I didn’t think I’d ever heard him quite as enthusiastic about anything.

It kicked the whole thing a few notches higher for me, and it got worse when I noticed what his arm was up to.

The one that wasn’t cupping the cheek of my ass and holding me open.

He hadn’t taken himself out of his pants yet, I thought—not that I could see anyway—and that was so unfair, since I was splayed wide open for him.

But from the way his arm was shifting, how his hand was moving up and down slowly, that was just unbearable.

I arched further, my spine shaping a perfect curve as the back of my head hit the pillow.

“Tasia,” he whispered. He leaned back a few inches and kissed the inside of my trembling thigh. He took a breath with his nose, as if to hold my scent within himself. “Don’t come yet.”

His lips brushed against my pussy as his tongue dipped in again, and I squeezed my eyes shut. There was a burning, liquid heat blossoming in my tummy, spilling all over me. My nails clawed at the sheets, grasping for something to hold onto. This was impossible .

“Enka.”

“No. Two more minutes,” he growled. He sucked hard on my clit— Goddess, yes. There .

“I’m—I can’t.”

“Just one, then.”

“I can’t —”

“Yes, Tasia.”

As it turned out, it was his voice that ruined everything. That possessive, quiet tone, the tiny hint of an order in the low, silky rasp of his words, and the pleasure broke over me like a wave, taking me under. My brain broke. That was the only way to explain it .

I wasn’t myself for seconds that melted into minutes, and when I had an inkling of a sense of reality again, he was still licking me, except more slowly. Not doing anything but savoring me. “I want to eat you like this until you pass out,” he groaned. His lips were soft and gentle against my skin.

“No,” I gasped, shaking my head and fisting the pillow. “Please.”

“Why?”

“I don’t think I’ll live.” I couldn’t think straight, not quite yet. My mind was stuttering. Confused.

I almost screamed when he pushed one finger inside. This time it slid in with ease, smooth and without any fight from my body. And my walls clamped on it as if to welcome him and hold him inside.

“Gods.” He licked my clit again, and I was too sensitive for that. “You are—” he started as he hooked his finger inside me, pressing against the roof of my pussy, and the pleasure built in me, pushing at the edges of me until I didn’t know what was happening. “—so small and tight and warm.”

The heat started flooding within me once more, knocking the air out of my lungs, leaving me open-mouthed. Colors started bursting behind my eyelids. He groaned something that wasn’t coherent, and slid in another finger on the tail end of my orgasm. The taut stretch of it—it was ruining me.

My body blossomed into something that didn’t belong to me anymore. Something made of bright, high peaks and lush deep valleys. It left me heavy and boneless, and I wasn’t sure how much time passed by before I could bear to raise my hands to grip his tusks and gently tug him away to get him to stop.

He shot me a slightly irritated glance but complied, and I tugged him up—because he had a look on his face that told me he could start again at any moment, and because it would be nice to have him laying next to me.

He might have had the same thought because he lifted himself above me, leaning himself on his forearms. His heavy, thick chest pushed against my breasts, one giant thigh lodged firmly between my legs.

I looked down at myself, noticing the pink socks that were still on my feet. Embarrassment flooded inside me, and I wondered if he thought I was weird—

“Can I fuck you?” he asked, before kissing me, not seeming to be bothered with where his mouth had been just a few seconds before.

I wondered if I should be put off by that, but since my body was still twitching with pleasure, contracting with aftershocks at the memory of what he’d just done, I couldn’t make myself care, and it was nice that he was kissing me. He was an amazing kisser.

“Mmm.” My palms came up to cup his face, and I started to trace his cheekbones with my thumbs. They were so hot. “What?” My thoughts were fuzzy, but I couldn’t have heard him right. Not after I’d done nothing that could have made him want me. I’d just laid there while he’d touched me .

“Can I fuck you?” He sucked the base of my throat and I was certain he’d be leaving a mark. “Please?”

He breathed it against the shell of my ear, and—I’d never wanted to say yes so fast. I nodded my permission and reached for his cock, but he beat me to it, tugging down his pants, closing his large fist around it.

He was huge . Larger than I’d thought he’d be, than I’d thought anyone could be.

I could still feel his heart pounding rapidly against my chest as he aligned himself to me and nudged the head against my opening and—

I was lax now—and pliant. But still not loose enough.

“ Ah .” The first stretch wasn’t quite painful , but it was nearly too much.

Not the easy glide I thought it’d be. Then again, he was so big all over.

And yet, the sensation, the push of him against every part of me—it held a promise of something that was going to blow my mind. “You’re so big. ”

He groaned into my neck. His entire body was vibrating with tension. “You can take me,” he whispered against my skin, a low purring sound starting in his chest. I didn’t understand what was happening, but it relaxed me, melting me into the sofa-bed.

“I can,” I told him, voice reedy, and my breath caught halfway through the second word. I’d given birth, after all. Except that he wasn’t in, not really. Not even halfway. And there was just no more room.

I looked up at him. His eyes were squeezed shut, dark half-moons against his skin, and his jaw was tense. “What if it’s too much?” I gasped.

He lowered his lips to my ear. “Then…” He tried to thrust, and maybe it was too much, but the friction was perfect. “Then I’ll fuck you like this.” I squeezed my eyes shut when he hit a place that made me whimper. “Gods, Tasia.”

My entire body was pulsating. “Is there something I should be doing?” I asked, arching against him.

The purring intensified and he kissed my collarbone. Our breathing was erratic by now, loud in the silence of the room. “Shh,” he whispered. “Or I’ll come too quickly. You feel amazing .”

I canted my hips, and he was rubbing against that spot again. It made my thighs tremble, and I tried to open them wider—to invite him inside. It was in that moment that I realized one critical factor I hadn’t considered. “You’re not wearing a condom,” I gasped.

His hips slowed, and then stuttered to a stop. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I murmured, running my lips over his jaw and he shuddered against me. I nodded, gasping as I rocked against him, wishing he was still fucking me. “Come inside me.” His fingers clenched in the skin of my hips at my words and he shook his forehead against mine.

“Be sure,” he groaned. “I won’t be able to stop myself. I can pull out now.”

“No, don’t pull out,” I whispered. We were too dazed to kiss with any kind of co-ordination but his lips were hot and soft when they brushed against mine. “Yes.”

“Inside you?”

“If you—” I started.

His hand came up behind my knee and angled it just so, spreading my legs in a way I simply hadn’t thought of. Firmly holding me open.

“If you want to,” I finished, struggling to keep my voice low.

“Fuck, Tasia,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my lips. “You’re so perfect, you’re driving me insane.”

My insides opened to him without warning. They welcomed and pulled at him until he bottomed out, until he was so deep inside of me, stretching me to a point that should be breaking, but just made me feel filled, sealed and perfect.

We both exhaled. I lifted a hand, closed it shakily around his sweaty nape, burying it in his hair.

The hair that I’d started combing when I did Gabbi’s.

He sat there on a little stool next to her, grinning at her while I played with the strands.

The memory flashed into my mind, and it made my lips curl.

“Hey,” I whispered, smiling up at him.

He smiled back, just a little. “Hey.”

His eyes were dark and lost. He moved inside me, just a hint of a thrust, and it made my entire body clench around him, until I could feel his cock twitch and pulsate inside me, like a drum.

My head fell to the sofa-bed below, and then someone was groaning.

Saying something guttural and out of control.

Then Enka pulled out, pushed back in, and we were finally one.

In the span of a few seconds his thrusts went from tentative, almost testing, to fast and intense.

His hand slid to the small of my back, lifting me into him he thrust, rubbing inside me, against me and forcing pleasure to shake up my spine.

I’d never felt anything like it. I was dizzy with it .

“Gods, you’re perfect,” he gasped, sucking on the skin of my neck again before he slowed, asking against my ear in a voice that was raspy and broken. “Is this alright? Am I hurting you?” He didn’t fully manage to stop.

I couldn’t answer. Not past the sharp hitch of my breath, the way my fingers dug desperately into the flesh and muscle of his back, clinging to him like I was lost at sea. Pressure built again inside me, swelling large and overwhelming—all-encompassing.

“ Gods , Tasia,” he rasped. “If you’re not enjoying any part of this, you have to tell me now.

” He was eager, his movements becoming erratic, losing control and powering into me harder and harder.

His cock slipped out for a moment, and his growl of annoyance shook my entire body.

It took him only a moment to notch the wide head back to my entrance before he thrust hard back into me, snapping my teeth shut with the force.

As I stared up at him, the only thing I could think was, I’m never asking him to stop.

Pleasure fizzled in my veins—sang in my blood—and he was the one who was giving it to me.

I adored how he was out of focus, but then so was I, too flooded by how good he felt, how all-consuming the sensation of him so deep inside me was.

He was sliding in and out of me so smoothly, and I couldn’t stop from losing myself to everything.

To the wonder of exactly how right this felt.

“I—”

“Tasia, tell me if you want me to stop—” His hips slowed for a moment, before he released a guttural grunt.

I’d canted my hips and clenched around him—dragging the sound out of him.

I was gripping his cock as hard as I could with my cunt, massaging him in ways that made his massive, corded forearms shudder on either side of my head.

“I love it,” I purred, reaching up to fist my fingers in his thick hair. To catch his eyes and make sure that he was paying close attention when I said, “I fucking love it, Enka.”

Those were the words that snapped the last of his control. I watched it burst like an overstretched elastic band. He made a guttural noise in the back of his throat and shuddered above me, pumping his hips hard and dropping his face into the side of my neck, his teeth biting hard.

I gasped at the sharp pain, feeling his orgasm soar.

The scalding pleasure cascading over him as he shook on top of me.

After a long, burning moment, he released his bite, licking it with gentle laps, his thrusts slowing, becoming lazy.

His hips curled, and I ran my hands down his back, savoring his sweat-slicked skin over bunching muscles.

He murmured words then. First in Orcish and then in English. How beautiful I was. How perfect. How much he’d wanted me from the first moment he’d seen me. How he was going to keep me and never, ever let me go.