Knowing this male wants forever? That he’ll take the time to make me his without pain? Without conquering me?
I think he may be the one.
We’re both conscious of the late hour when we head through the village so we walk softly and head straight up to our shared suite. With another tender shared kiss, and a thorough search of my room, he leaves me for his own.
My dreams are filled with a handsome, strong orc. One with massive biceps, dark eyes, and glossy hair tinged with green. Gleaming white teeth and if the bulge in his pants is anything to go by, an enormous jutting cock.
We sleep in the next morning and while I’m not tired, I’m also aware that this is Varguk’s one night to rest. I’m not sure how comfortable he’ll be sleeping in a wagon, or if he’ll even do that. Mayhap it’ll be an easy way for others, either his clan or mine, to find him.
So I force myself to lay still, to stay quiet, until my orc guard wakes on his own. When he does stumble into my room in the late morn, he crawls in with me and sleeps a little longer.
His face is softer in sleep. I study him carefully because any movement will wake him and he needs his rest.
When he does stir, his eyes open and seek me immediately. “We’ll need to check out by two, eh?”
I nod sadly.
“Enough time to shower then,” he says with a yawn. “And we’ll enjoy a late breakfast together before I take you to your aunt’s.”
The thought of showering with this male makes me go all giddy inside. I’ll finally get to see the cock between his thighs; see what I’m in for. One day, hopefully soon.
I slide out of bed and slip on the robe they keep for guests. Var slips out the opposite side and walks bare-assed back to his room. By the time we meet in the main area of our suite, he’s got his robe on and tied around him. In the back of the hotel, there is a huge wooden deck with about six showers. ‘Tis late enough in the day that they’re all empty. Each shower is enclosed with the privacy fence made of wood, with the feet and head area exposed. A large bucket is poised on top of each.
Varguk ushers me into one of the shower stalls. He gazes into my eyes as he unties my robe, careful with his calluses as he brushes against my skin. He treats me like I’m something precious.
When I step out of the robe, he hangs it on a hook just outside of the wooden barrier. I stand nude while I watch him remove his and hang it with mine.
Never has a male been so utterly beautiful. He turns toward me, proud and strong. and I love the way he studies me with glittering eyes as if I’m the most precious thing on earth. He pulls me close to him and brings us right under the bucket.
“Ready?” he asks.
I nod once and he pulls the string. Warm water sprays us both. It trickles down his head, wetting his hair, calling attention to his sharp cheekbones, and slicking down his beautiful chest.
He takes a bar of soap and lathers his hands. I watch in utter fascination as the bar almost disappears in his palm before suds cover long thick fingers. He’s so graceful as he lathers up that it quickens my breath. He puts the bar back in the resting spot and slowly places both soapy palms on my breasts.
Great Goddess Almighty. Nothing in this world has ever felt so sinfully delicious.
We lock eyes before his large hands start rubbing the lather onto my breasts. His thumbs roll over my hardened nipples and the pleasure zings throughout my body.
I stifle a moan.
“You could have this every day. I know I’d never get tired of taking care of you.”
The idea of spending all day with him makes my belly swoop. “And guess what?”
“What?” he asks, his thumbs continuing to rub erotically over my sensitive nipples.
“I’d do the same for you.”
I clasp my hands to his, working my fingers between his to gather the lather, then begin to rub his chest. We’re rubbing each other back and forth and my hand trails down to the middle of his groin. The wound in his abs is stitched with dark thread; it looks angry and darker green.
“Are you sore?”
“Not there,” he says.
As if he still disbelieves that I want him, he moves his hand down to cup my sex, and his middle finger slides along the outside of my seam. He groans when he feels how slick I am for him.
“Where then?” I ask, my brow furrowed.
