CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE（Untitled）Grace

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Grace

Branikk doesn't wait for an answer before licking me again, his tongue teasing along my folds over and over. God, it's amazing! I can even kind of see what he meant about wanting to start things off without the spicy effect of his fluids.

This is all him and that talented tongue of his.

"Fuck, woman, what you do to me," he says. "Your taste is mesmerizing. I want to do nothing but eat you for days. But my cock's so damned hard I swear it's going to kill me if I don't have you soon."

He flicks his tongue over my clit, sending a burst of tingling pleasure through me. I whine, high in my throat, my hips lifting so much that my head dips back into the water, about to go under. I fight to even out, and his rich chuckle rolls through me.

"Someone's just as hungry as I am." His tongue dances lightly on my clit for a moment. "I love that about you."

I shift again, impatient for more, my body tingling as I'm assaulted with sensation. The warm water laps at my sides, a breeze cools my exposed skin, tightening my nipples into painful peaks, and Branikk licks at me, fluttering his tongue at my entrance until my heart races.

I can't lift my hips, can't push against a bed with my hand, can't do anything to get closer to him. I'm caught completely in his power. Oh, I know I could jerk away and put my feet down if I really wanted to. But I don't. I want this. I want him.

I just want him faster, harder.

So I do the only thing I can, the thing I never do in bed, the thing his teasing brings me to. I beg. "Please, Branikk."

"What's that, my bride?" His tusks nip at my inner thigh, making me shiver. A teasing tone fills his voice. "Did you want something?"

Orc hearing is better than a human's. I know he heard me. He just wants to make me beg.

Another nip on my other thigh makes me writhe in the water, my clit throbbing, demanding touch. "Branikk," I sob, giving in. "I need more."

"You shall have it," he growls, all playfulness gone. "You shall have everything."

His tongue plunges into me, over and over, and pleasure tightens deep in my tummy, building with every touch. Branikk shifts his hands, holding me up with only one so the other… Oh, god! The other moves between my legs, his long fingers replacing his tongue, feeling almost as big as his cock.

His mouth latches over my clit, sucking hard.

Pleasure rushes through me in a wave of delight as I shout my release to the purple and orange sky.

Branikk stands, pulling me to him so I don't have to make any effort to float. His skin is shockingly hot compared to the cool air, and I shift closer, making a little noise of protest.

He walks us into deeper water until I'm covered to my neck. It takes us nearer to a rock formation that rises out of the lake, the sides smooth and water worn.

Pulling me higher on his body, he dips his head and kisses me, his lips taking mine in light, teasing touches at odds with the firm bar of his cock pressing into my thigh.

Even with water all around, I can feel the slickness of his cream on my skin, heavier and more lubricating as he moves against me.

Desire flashes through me, making me ache for him. I moan into his mouth, pushing my breasts into the firmness of his chest.

"Goddess, I want you," he husks. "I can't wait to get back to shore."

"No." I drag my nipples back and forth. "No waiting."

He takes another few steps, and my back hits slick stone. It's cold, but Branikk's so hot it doesn't matter, and I'm far from chilled with his orc seed working on me.

Then I'm trapped between the hard rock and Branikk's harder length.

He lifts my legs until they wrap around his waist. "Fuck, you don't know how many times I've pictured this, your long legs around me as I pound into you."

"No more imagining," I say, as his cock pumps more orc seed over my stomach. He wants me to talk? Okay, I'll talk. "More doing."

He lifts me higher until I can grind on his length, the piercings tracing extra sensation over me. One hits my clit, and I gasp. Branikk's hands tighten on my butt, holding me in that exact spot as I undulate my hips, rubbing harder and faster.

"That's it, my bride," he growls, his tusks nipping my ear in a shiver of sensation. "Use my cock as you will. Find your pleasure."

I've never had a guy understand how much I like grinding, but Branikk does. He doesn't try to change our position—he just stays right here with me in the moment.

My heels dig into his ass as I continue to ride him, my whole body straining forward. All of this is only possible because his hands and the water support my weight. I'm strong, but not strong enough to hold this position so that his piercing keeps hitting that perfect spot over and over.

"Come for me, my sweet Grace. I want to watch you break, hear you scream my name." His tusks scrape my neck in a blaze of sensation. "Come all over my cock."

His words go right to the secret heart of me. The part that's tired of always needing to present such a strong face to the world.

I take his command into me.

And I come, tingling warmth rushing out from my clit as pleasure overwhelms me, and I scream his name.