11. Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

M ara

I’m lying on a mattress on the floor, having braved an earthquake, a flood, and a riot. How is it that I just had the best sleep of my life? Perhaps it’s because I just had the best sex of my life.

Krull’s front is plastered against my back. It’s still hot as hell in here. We’ve both been sweating, and I imagine if he pulled away right now, he’d have to fight the suction. Why that mental image makes me smile, I have no idea.

His arm is slung over me, and I grip his hand, lacing our fingers together. His jade fingers shouldn’t look so good clasped between mine, but they do. His huge, hot body shouldn’t feel so good against my skin, but it does. I shouldn’t be focused on him and what happened in this bed when my business is in ruins twenty-five feet below us, but I am.

I used to watch the daytime TV talk shows where they dredged up some couple, usually in their seventies or eighties, who said they fell in love at first sight. It usually went something like, “The first time I saw her, I knew I would marry her.”

I distinctly remember thinking that was complete and utter bullshit, but the way I feel about Krull after knowing him only a few hours makes me wonder if it’s possible to fall for someone so fast. I think it’s more than just the mind-blowing sex that made me fall for the orc I’m sharing my bed with.

When just about the first thing he did was offer to help me unbox and hang Santiago’s huge painting, I thought it was a scam, a way to get into my pants. But I think that’s just who Krull is. A nice guy who has tried to protect me, even from himself, since the moment we met.

I’ll just keep those thoughts to myself, though. No use burdening him with my romantic notions. The lights have to come on soon, right? Then we can move on with our lives. If there’s something real between us, we can sort it out later.

I glance at my phone for the hundredth time since cell service died. The screen is still dead. I even plugged in both of our phones in case by some miracle the lights came back on in the middle of the night. No such luck.

Putting myself on stealth mode so I don’t wake him, I ease onto my back, then turn onto my other side so I can face him. Did I really pass out after I had the most powerful orgasm of my life, leaving the poor guy to fend for himself? And why did the most dominant male I’ve ever met let me do that? Why didn’t he demand his own satisfaction?

I nip his collarbone and begin a trail of bitey, lippy kisses down his chest. I figure he’ll be wide awake before I get anywhere close to his cock .

He groans, a low guttural sound that vibrates through my body. For a moment, I almost move to kiss him despite my determination to slowly torture him, but I’m like a heat-seeking missile with one destination—that luscious green cock.

“Slow down, beautiful woman,” he chuckles in that deep, rumbling voice, sending shivers down my spine. His eyes are half-lidded in contentment, watching me with an intensity that makes my stomach flip. “Take your time. After all, I’ve waited all night.”

For a moment, I wonder if he’s scolding me, but when I glance at the gentle smile playing on his lips, I realize his words for what they were—indulgent.

I grin, pushing aside the anxiety about the outside world for just another moment as I lean into him and press a gentle kiss to one pectoral muscle before moving to the other. The smell of his sweat and last night’s sex fills my nostrils. It’s intoxicating.

Taking a deep breath, I savor the moment, even as I know we should probably find some way out of here soon. But right now, I couldn’t care less about anything but exploring every inch of him.

Moving lower, I nibble the skin just above his waist as I trail my fingertips down his hard abs. He tastes salty and earthy, and I can’t get enough. His cock twitches against my chest as I tease him mercilessly.

“Mara,” he growls. The primitive, urgent sound shoots straight to my core, increasing my arousal. “You’re torturing me.”

“That was the plan,” I purr, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. “I aim to please… or in this case, torment. Unless, of course, you don’t allow it. After all, as you explained last night, you’re always in control when we’re on this mattress.”

His deep laughter reverberates through me as I continue my descent, kissing and licking with more urgency than grace. His erection finally comes into my line of sight. More imposing and impressive than it was last night when it was pointing in my direction, the skin stretched so tight it looked almost painful.

His cock is thick, long, and dripping pre-cum on his belly. My channel clenches in anticipation as I swipe a lick with the flat of my tongue. As he hisses in pleasure, throwing his head back, I don’t hesitate to take him in my mouth.

He tastes just as I expected. Salty. Earthy. Orcish.

I stroke his length with one hand while I trace the ridge of his crown with my tongue. I love feeling him lose control, hearing his deep groans and sibilant curses.

“So good,” he grunts, his hands flailing on the mattress, fisting the sheet before diving into my hair. “Mara,” he groans, tugging gently on my strands like reins on a wild horse. “You’re driving me insane.”

I moan around his length, our eyes locking as I suck him harder, my tongue swirling around his crown before taking him deeper. He exhales a shuddering breath, but before he can say anything else, I pull off, gliding my tongue down his shaft and licking his heavy sac.

“Mara,” he growls again, this time his tone is more urgent. Is it praise? A warning? I don’t know. All I know is that I love having this powerful orc under my control .

“I want to make you as crazy as you made me last night,” I tease before flicking his slit with the tip of my tongue as though I’m excavating for more of his fluid.

His hips jerk upward as he curses in Orcish. “ Aftrakesh! You’re driving me crazy.” Perhaps to keep from hurting me, he’s released my hair, and his hands are once again clenching the sheets. “I’ve never—”

I look up at him through my lashes, pausing, wondering if he’ll give me a hint that maybe he feels as deeply about me as I feel for him. Risking his wrath, I quit my ministrations to ask, “Never what?”

He closes his eyes tightly as if gathering his thoughts or maybe just trying to regain control over his body’s response to me. When he opens them again, they burn with intensity. “I’ve never felt this… horny.”

He leans back heavily, slides his fingers through my hair, a gentle caress that’s out of place considering the ferocity with which I’m going down on him. “Make me come, albroch mitann .”

For a moment, I was hoping for so much more than the word “horny.” I’m an idiot. What did I expect?

Rearranging myself, I tenderly grip his balls with one hand, stroke his shaft with the other, and suck him with the same single-minded intensity he used on me last night. I swirl and hum and flick until his hips are pumping up into me.

It’s obvious he’s trying not to force me down on him, not to pull my hair. It’s just as obvious that he’s losing the battle as he presses deeper into me, using me in a way I’m discovering is thrilling as his lips keep spilling the most delicious praises .

“So good. Oh… so deep. Tight. Fuck!”

He comes, his essence jetting against the back of my throat as I try to swallow him down. My rhythm gets lost as all I can concentrate on is the heat of his seed, the deep timbre of his groans, and my desire to make him feel better than he’s felt in his entire life.

His fingers loosen from my hair as he begins gently sifting through the strands. He’s still coming down from his high, yet he bathes me in a fountain of words.

“ Amnoch baleen mayore . Beautiful. Perfect. Mara…”

As I lick him clean, lapping like a cat, he pulls me up, settling me on top of his massive frame, his amber eyes flickering with affection. Am I crazy? Reading something into this that isn’t there at all? This is probably just about sex, just about fucking, to him.

“Perfect. Let me doze. Just one second. A minute at the most. Then I’ll find a way to get you out of here.”