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The sun was up, faintly glowing in the room. I knew Khell'ar had let me catch glimpses of sleep, but they were cruel and brief, the night more full of sex and waves of sensation than any rest I'd managed to capture could make up for.
His hand was on my cheek, my body cradled in his lap, and he shook with silent laughter. "Open your lips, little one."
I whimpered but parted my lips, my brain too exhausted to reason out that he couldn't be feeding me his cock from this position.
Instead warmth and sweetness hit my tongue. I moaned and managed to lift my head, drinking the coffee eagerly, creamy and foamy and caffeinated.
"If you really wanted me to stop, you would have to use a better word than that," Khell'ar said as I drank, reminding me of my safe word.
Did that mean he wanted to have sex again? Surely it had been more than a dozen times in the night? Had I imagined some of it? Maybe the soft frottage in the middle, but no, my stomach was still sticky from where he'd come on me. So were my thighs, my lips and cheeks and jaw and…
Khell'ar was grinning, eyes crinkled at the corners, as I grew more alert.
I was a mess. Every inch of me was sore and every inch of me had been licked and kissed and sucked. My ass was… He hadn't fucked it, but he'd spoken about it and stretched me there with his fingers, something Harry had been interested in but too nervous to commit to.
In fact, I wasn't the only thing that was a mess. The bed looked like it had been hit by a tornado, and I had no clear recollection who had torn the sheet at the corner or when all the pillows had been thrown to the floor. Even better, Khell'ar was rumpled. There were soft, dark lines on his skin that must've been scratches from me, and his lips were visibly swollen. He didn't look tired, but more relaxed than during dinner the night before.
I opened my lips to say the word that would call a stop to any of Khell'ar's plans. I was too tired, too sore, too euphorically satisfied to continue. And then a delicate whisper of curiosity bubbled up in my head. But what were his plans? Did I really want to refuse before I knew? I could call a halt to our activities at any time, it didn't have to be now.
My lips shut, and Khell'ar's smile widened as if in reward of my silence.
"That's a good girl," the orc purred, gaze glowing.
That tear and scratch and growl of his voice, layered deliciously, had found its way under my skin and crawled through me like a secret nervous system, lighting up my body whenever he spoke.
"Pretty little blush," he continued, staring down at my body, hands squeezing and petting at me, one leaving my hip to come up and simply roll my breast against his vast palm. "Like a little flower. Not pet, but petal."
"You're going to kill me," I whispered, eyes growing wide even as my body seemed to follow a natural magnetism, arching into his touch.
"I'm too good at my job to let you die before I'm done with you," he said, smile hiding itself away but the tease remaining in the squint of his eyes.
"I can't have sex again," I pleaded, even though I knew it was a lie. I wanted to, no matter how weary I was.
"Not yet," Khell'ar said, shrugging a massive shoulder and jostling me in his lap. "First, you'll eat."
"And bathe."
He growled and lifted me from the bed, tossing me over his shoulder like a sack of exhausted potatoes. His hand came down with a crack on my bare ass, and I shouted and turned red at the shocking release of fluid that slid out of me.
"You're not in charge, petal."
I was, though. He was marching us out of the bedroom, careful not to jostle my sore body, as it struck me. I could make him stop, change the plans, do as I asked.
You don't want to be in charge.
"I like my scent on you," Khell'ar remarked casually, and I buried my hot face into the fascinating muscle of his warm back. "My thick seed running down your thighs."
"Oh god," I whispered into his skin.
"Your cunt is mine today. To fuck and fill and feast from."
Another humiliating and wonderful leak of cum slipped down my thighs as I squirmed, and Khell'ar pulled me down from his shoulder, setting me back in his lap, right where we'd been the night before. We were both naked, and there was a dark mark on the side of Khell'ar's throat. It took me a moment to realize that it must've been from me. I didn't remember biting him, but I could almost recall the taste of his skin and the texture of it on my tongue, friction and salt and a nearly sweet flavor.
"Sunny," he growled, and my gaze whipped up to his. "Eat."
Sunny. Focus.
Except I was focused—completely focused on this orc. I'd heard the phrase “the whole world fell away” like some romance movie moment where the soundtrack swelled and the cameras zoomed in on the couple. I didn't realize it might be so literal, so real. It was as if all five of my senses had removed everything but Khell'ar from me. I twisted, my breath hitching at the ridge of his cock under my ass, rising up to fit between my thighs, the rounded weeping head peeking out as I glanced down.
