He growled against my breast, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through me. “Come for me, Princess,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. “Give up control. Let yourself fly.”
And I did. With a cry, I came, my body convulsing around his fingers, my nails digging into his shoulders. Pleasure crashed over me in waves, leaving me breathless and shaking there in the middle of his dark living room.
He held me through it, his arms wrapping around me, his body a solid anchor in the storm of sensation. As the last tremors faded, I sagged against him, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Gods, Lila,” he murmured, his voice rough with approval. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”
I blushed, a shy smile spreading across my face. I felt good—better than good. I felt alive, every inch of my body humming with satisfaction.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine. “You okay, Princess?”
I nodded, a soft laugh escaping my lips. “More than okay.”
His grin was wicked, his tusks glinting in the low light. “Good. Because we’re just getting started.”
My breath caught, and I wondered what he could mean. Then he was slowly—gently—disengaging, pulling his fingers from my throbbing core. I whimpered slightly, missing him already.
But when he lifted those fingers to his mouth and sucked on them?
I whimpered again, tightening my hold on him to stay upright as my knees went weak.
He grinned around his fingers, and finished licking them clean. “Stay right there, Princess.”
I disobeyed.
When he bent to scoop up our wet laundry and headed off toward the back of the apartment, I followed him,drawn by the way his cock was still thrusting out in front of him. I wanted to touch him again—I wanted to bringhimpleasure.
To my surprise, Kardok padded to a large bathroom, complete with a soaking tub and one of those rainforest showers with the glass walls. While I was distracted by the tasteful sage-and-blue tiling design, he pulled down some hangers and began to hang up my soaked clothing.
And that?
That surprised me more than I expected.
A moment ago I’d been stroking his cock, overcome with a need to rub myself against him. A moment ago, I’d come on his command.
But he hadn’t pushed the moment. He’d stepped back and taken care of my silk blouse because he’d known it would be important tome.
And he did it with a sort of intense expression, as if this was all that mattered. Then, when he was done fussing over the blouse the same way I would have, Kardok turned to eye the way I was standing in the doorway, one hand gripping the jamb to keep me upright while the other crossed my stomach.
The little sound he made with his tongue might have been disapproving. He crossed to me, pulled my hand away from my skin, and shook his head. “You don’t have to hide from me, Princess.”
With that, he bent and scooped me up.
He’d lifted me—caughtme—a hundred times on the ice, but it never failed to make me suck in a breath. It hadbeen a long time since any of my partners—either skating or in bed—could lift me, and this display of his power never failed to make me breathless.
“I’m going to become intimate with every inch of you,” he murmured, his gaze flickering over my legs and back. “I told you we were just getting started, yeah? You tell me if you want me to stop.”
Taking a deep breath, I told myself to be bold. Be the kind of female Kardok the Wicked wanted in his bed. So I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I don’t want you to stop,” I whispered.
And it was the truth.
Kardok carried me effortlessly, his strong arms cradling me against his chest. I wriggled slightly, feeling the solid muscle beneath his skin.
He kicked open the bedroom door, revealing a surprisingly well-decorated space. The bed was massive, fit for an orc, with a surprising number of pillows neatly arranged against the headboard. The walls were adorned with framed signed posters of the best players in the OHL, and the room was bathed in a soft, warm light from several lamps.
He laid me gently on the bed, his body following mine down.
I spread my legs, expecting him to enter me after that last conversation. My heart thumped against my ribs in anticipation of the stretch I would feel as he pressed his thick cock into my throbbing core. He was owed some pleasure, after all.
