Page 39 of Enchanted with the Orc (The Kingverse Orcs #4)

Tasia

S ex with Enka was making me lose my mind. Killing every thought in my head except for him. My brain, that was usually moving at a rapid speed, flicking through thoughts, lists and anxieties, was still for the first time in forever. As if he knew exactly how to make them obey him.

I squirmed away from his mouth, but somehow, he knew that wasn’t what I needed. “Shh,” he murmured, running his tongue along the crease of my thigh, making me pant for breath. “It’s okay. You’re doing so good.” I pushed my heels into the bulging muscles of his upper back, keeping him close to me.

He took his time, one huge palm cupping my ass while the other splayed over my stomach, pinning me down for him. He avoided the over-touched, sensitive parts of my pussy, and still managed to throw me over the edge into another mind-boggling orgasm.

“More?” he asked, after I floated down, and from his expression I can tell that he wants it .

It was as if the past ten minutes had not just been an epic assortment of mores, as if my cunt wasn’t twitching every time his breath puffed against the flesh.

I was burning up. Heavy. Made of tremors and sparks.

I watched him watch my clenching pussy, splayed wide so he could see everything.

“I…” I didn’t know what to say, but the sound of my voice startled me.

It was raw, as if my throat had been scraped from the inside.

His palm that had been covering my mouth was marked with my teeth, and he couldn’t have looked more satisfied if he tried.

“I…” I want to say yes, but I don’t know if I can come again.

I trailed off, and his grin spread across his face. “You were made for me,” he told me, his hand leaving my face and coming down to spread my legs even wider. He pinned my right knee to the sofa and lowered his head again. Except it wasn’t what I expected.

I feel his fangs grazing my inner thigh and when he bit it my entire body jerked. It hurt a little, more than I thought a bite from blunted fangs would, but I’m confused, disconnected from my usual reactions to pain. It’s impossible to tell the difference between pleasure and pain now.

There was a faint thought in my head, wondering if I was ever going to get used to his strength.

The part of my brain that isn’t melted into a puddle understands that his physique is different from mine because we’re a separate species—even though biologically, we’re compatible.

The other part of my brain—the melted one—preened at the ease with which he flipped me around until I was all the way on the sofa, stomach down, my cheek pressed to the pillow that he used every night to sleep there.

It smelled exactly like him. So much so that I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing two fistfuls of it and burying my face to suck in more of his mouthwatering scent.

Mine.

“I really want to fuck you,” he murmured from behind me. I was still shaking under him. I wasn’t wearing anything except the sleep top that had ridden all the way up to under my breasts a long time ago.

Enka was on his knees, trapping my thighs in the spread of his. He must be looking at my ass, and if it was anyone else, I’d be stressing myself out about it, wondering if he was disappointed with my body. Is he turned off by my cellulite? Is it too jiggly? Should I try to cover it?

Except I don’t feel that way when it comes to Enka. He had let me know enough times that he was attracted to me. That I was the one who was holding back and he was ready to take me any way I let him have me. My worries were non-existent when it came to him and I smiled into the pillow.

“Can I?” He rasped the question, his hands coming up between my shoulder blades and he pushed down. My head could barely move, but I struggled to nod anyway.

“Thank you,” he leaned forward. Kissed my shoulder, pushing my hair aside to press a kiss to my nape, patient and slow. “I want to come inside you. To mark you as mine.”

His voice pierced through the dense fog clouding my brain. I remembered that the last time we did this, he’d come inside me, but he hadn’t asked. He kept pressing tender kisses to my skin, not rushing me and allowing me to make the decision .

It was an easy one.

“Yes,” I gasped and that was all the permission he needed. I groaned into the pillow. “Please.”

He licked the trails of my tears that I hadn’t even realized were still leaking.

The stubble on his jaw brushed deliciously against my ear, and he released a noise that sounded like a regretful, strained laugh.

“You’re so beautiful.” He pressed another kiss to my cheek.

“I don’t know how I’m going to survive not being able to do this every second of every day. ”

I released a frustrated second groan, but he was unbuttoning his jeans, pushing the layers of fabric down his legs, his weight pressing down on me as he lowered himself against my back, pressing my legs wider with his big palm and—

Fuck!

He grunted and I gasped. The first glide of his cock inside me was choppy, too rough and very raw where I was still a bit achy from being fucked by him the night before. But then his thrust slides deeper.

“ Gods, Tasia, you feel—” He isn’t able to finish his sentence as his hips find a steady rhythm and it’s as if we’ve been doing this our entire lives.

The hot length of him inside me, fucking me into the sofa with powerful thrusts is more than I’m able to comprehend. I’d come too many times that night to even think about another orgasm, but the pleasure of him inside me was enough to make my eyes roll back in my head.

This is what it’s supposed to be like.

His fingers twine with mine as he braces himself, his hips punching in and making me wheeze out a breath of pleasure instead of a scream. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep going without…

“You’re a dream, aren’t you?” he gasped, running his tusks over my skin, burying his face in my hair and taking a deep breath before releasing it in a puff of hot, damp air against the skin of my neck. “I’m going to wake up and find myself back in Hellplane, alone. You can’t possibly be real.”

I started saying words, but I didn’t know what. They were inappropriate and wild, I was sure, and he had to murmur soothing words against the skin of my neck.

“You’re supposed to be quiet, my mate,” he murmured, his fangs digging into the mark he’d already left there, cupping my mouth once more until I was biting into his hand again. I could feel his feral grin as his lips curved.

I shouldn’t moan too loudly, I know it. I know why we had to be quiet.

I should be choking back the sounds that I was making.

But I couldn’t, and somehow that was fine.

Everything was fine when we were like this.

He’d deal with any fallout. I knew it deep inside.

The part of me that had never free-fallen before. Never trusted enough to do that.

“I need you in my bed,” he groaned in my ear, heavy, urgent and raspy.

“We’re going to figure everything out so I can take you and Gabbi back to my home.

You’ll be there with me,” he gasped. “Every day.” One particularly hard thrust pushes me into his pillow until I almost smother myself, but then I feel his fingers tightening in my flesh, his hips moving erratically and without purpose.

“Every day I’m going to fuck you in our bed, Tasia. You’re mine .”

I nodded and rolled my spine, struggling to get closer to him but failing. I didn’t have control over what we were doing, and I heard myself whine, reedy and high-pitched.

I give a silent hitch when the head of his cock hit a perfect spot. I gasped, a hairbreadth from coming again, shockingly. If only he would do it again. Just one time. Even if he just stayed there…

“Say it, Tasia,” he grounded out, evading the spot with skill. Torturous skill, pulling back right before I slipped over the edge again.

I was so close. So close I could feel it already. “I’m… yours.”

“ Yes .” He resumed thrusting, and I was so wet that the sounds were filthy. The slapping of his body against mine faster, and the noises I made—his palm moved back against my mouth, a tight grip that I hoped I’d never lose. His movements stopped.

He bit a deep, guttural groan in the tender flesh of my neck, marking me for the third time, and when I felt the thick ropes of his come inside me, I started convulsing against him. For long moments, I was just sensation and pleasure, only aware of Enka, our bodies and nothing else.

When I could breathe and think again, Enka had shifted us so that he was spooning me, held to his chest with both arms—at once worshipping and keeping me there.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

His voice was so shaken, I had a brief thought that I should be asking him that.

I turned a little and lifted my hand, letting it run through the shorter hair at the side of his head.

It was a little softer there. A little straighter, but just as thick and lustrous.

He leaned into it like he was touch-starved, struggling to catch his breath.

This male who could probably lift cars if he wanted to. “Yeah. You?”

He didn’t respond in kind. He only gave me a brilliant smile, which meant everything and nothing at once.

I returned the smile, just as brilliant as his.

We’re doing this.

And it was so much better than I thought it would be. It felt so much better than I ever imagined.

“Gods, you’re so…” he panted, trailing off and never finishing the sentence. He pressed sweet, open-mouthed kisses that felt almost involuntary to my temple, neck and collarbone.

He caressed me like I was breakable—crystal in his hands. He followed the line of my arm, my belly and my hips. His touch was a little hungry, a tad desperate, a smidge disbelieving and quite a bit satisfied.

“I’ll clean you up soon, I promise,” he murmured against my skin. “Just let me… touch you, okay?”

I nodded with a happy, sated smile, running my fingers down his skin, touching him as well. After a moment, a thought penetrated my brain, stealing my style and making me hesitate before I touched him again.