Chapter 16

Ilove all of Lo'zar's little promises, and each one makes me surer of him than the last one.

He is good. He may be a mischief-maker, and lived a rough life, but his soul is made of spun gold. I want to hold it in my hands and blow on it gently, like a small flame, and bring it to life. So I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him tight, and lift my hips until his cock is right underneath me. His eyes widen, and I like surprising him this way.

But I'm learning not to dive in fast. No, Lo'zar draws it out, and that's what makes it so much better than that crass stablehand. I kneel around his hips as his cock settles right between my thighs, the shaft pressed against that slick, hot place. I find it easy to slide back and forth, rubbing my clit against his head, then just teasing what it might feel like to take him inside me. His hips buck with each stroke, and he gasps my name.

So it's like that, is it? Lo'zar asks, bringing his hands to my hips and pressing me down even harder, grinding me against his cock. You want to ride me, do you?

I have always been good on horseback, I say, and Lo'zar lets out a guffaw. He reaches down between us while I pleasure myself, and seeks the tiny pearl hidden in my folds. Now it's my turn to writhe as he passes over it again and again, grinning up at me as I tease his cockhead with that sharp dip between my thighs. He drags me back and forth, sampling me with each pass, then retaking my lips and devouring them.

I can't take any more, I finally confess, and Lo'zar grins against my mouth. He hefts up my hips with very little effort—sometimes I forget how small I am compared to him—and holds me there, where all he would need to do is lower me an inch and his beautiful cock would slip right inside. I reach down and spread myself with my fingers for him, and with a hungry groan, he sinks into me.

Oh, how that fat head squeezes in, forcing me wide open for him. I gasp and grip him hard around the neck.

Too fast? he asks, a tinge of concern in his voice.

I shake my head. No, I want more, if anything. I want all of him.

Please, I say. I need you, Lo'zar.

He grins that wide, charming grin, and releases his tight hold on my ass. The sensation of him filling me up again wrenches a moan from my throat, and locked together this way, I finally feel complete. This is where he belongs, where I belong.

Once he's as deep inside me as he can go, I lean my forehead against his, panting heavily as I adjust to him. It feels like my entire body is shifting to accommodate, making room for him, swallowing him as much as it can.

"Rimi," he says in a whisper. You feel incredible. Amazing. Perfect.

I clutch his braid in my hand as I try to steady myself. You do, too. Like everything I've ever wanted but I didn't know it. He captures my lips in his, nipping them with his teeth and soothing them over with his tongue.

I know what you mean.

Slowly, I lift my hips, rising until his cock almost slips out of me, then I sink back down. The sensation of him is blistering, sweet and thick and so flawless I think I might cry. He grips my ass firmly with his four fingers, lending me his strength as I continue to move up and down, faster and faster, until my breasts are bouncing and we're both crying out our pleasure. He seizes my nipples, tormenting them as I take him, sending sharp ripples of bliss through my bloodstream.

I've never felt anything like what Lo'zar makes me feel. I love his big, curved tusks, his orange eyes, his thick hair. I love his purple-blue skin, and how tough and sturdy he feels under my hands. All of it heightens the joy of having him inside me, of being connected.

Wrapping his arms around me, he presses me down so I'm underneath him, and the change in angle makes me squirm and moan. Now in control of our speed, Lo'zar strokes in and out at a smooth, slow pace, making sure I can feel every last inch of him fully. I bury my face in his shoulder, clutching him close as his body speaks to mine, both of them united for our singular purpose of being together. Heat builds in my abdomen, a tingling that grows and grows, spidering out across my body. I shudder and cry out as it overtakes me, and I'm squeezing him tight with my arms and legs and pussy all at once. He groans, his tusks brushing my cheeks with every one of his thrusts.

Fuck, he says, and it's accompanied by another sharp breath. I can't believe I found you. He works faster inside me, driven on by my rising volume, seeking out my innermost being, and that agonizing pleasure has grown so big and so volcanically hot that I almost can't take it.

Please, please, please, I think, feeling like I might just spring apart.

Yes, my troll says, holding my body firmly under his as he plunders me. Come for me.

On command, my body releases. It's like flying and falling at the same time, and a warm darkness envelops me as it takes over. I scream and clench, gripping his waist so tight with my thighs that the muscles seize. Lo'zar's heavy breathing takes on a frantic pitch as he fucks me through my orgasm. His voice joins mine, and through his mind I hear a jumble of pleasure and prayer and joy. It sends me careening even further into the abyss, and tears are streaming from my eyes as I finally crash and hit the ground.

We lie there panting, our sweat mixing together as we rest forehead-to-forehead. There are so many big words bubbling up to the surface inside me, but I keep them out of my conscious thoughts. They are too sincere, too frightening for Lo'zar to hear them.

Something in my soul has shifted and changed course. I hold him as tight as I can.

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