Page 56 of The Savage Vow
“You,” she whispered.
Nargol withdrew her fingers quickly. She positioned herself over Orlena and claimed her lips in a brutal kiss. Five days had been too long to be away from her. At a time when she should be officially courting this woman and earning her love and trust, she had to deceive her and hunt down orcs who threatened to destroy her beloved country.
The scent of her mate’s arousal filled the air and drew her in. Nargol trailed hot kisses along Orlena’s body. She stopped and worshipped her bountiful mounds. Swirled her tongue around the beaded nipples. Orlena’s soft skin was an aphrodisiac. She would never get enough of her. After getting her fill, she moved on. She was hungry for this woman but had to try to hold on to some form of control. She coasted her tongue down Orlena’s belly and teased her navel before continuing on.
Nargol arrived at Orlena’s center. She pressed Orlena’s tantalizing thighs apart and groaned. The sight that greeted her was enough to make her growl. Slick labia that housed a protruding bud coated in slickness.
Nargol lowered her head so her nose brushed Orlena’s clit. She inhaled deeply, needing to take in her scent. It was something that she would only describe as Orlena. Nargol was careful not to let her tusks brush her skin. She would rather rip them off than allow them to harm her.
She flicked her tongue over Orlena’s bud which elicited a deep moan that vibrated through Orlena.
“Bula,” Orlena moaned.
Her fingers entwined in Nargol’s hair once again. She kept her thighs wide for Nargol. That sent a pleasing note through Nargol. Her mate wanted her to consume her.
Nargol kept her face down so Orlena wouldn’t see her scowl. Instead, she set out to get her first taste of the night. She traced the length of Orlena’s slit. Her taste exploded on Nargol’s tongue. She lapped at Orlena’s core, unable to resist gathering as much of her honey as she could. She tried to keep the pace slow, wanting her to experience true ecstasy.
Orlena shivered underneath her touch. Her sighs, moans, and groans filled the air. Nargol wanted them louder. She wanted everyone to know that it was her pleasuring her beautiful human.
Nargol zeroed in on Orlena’s clit which had a cry piercing the air. Orlena’s hips undulated from the bed as she tried to meet Nargol’s mouth. Nargol grasped Orlena’s ample bottom while she feasted. She teased the sensitive nub with her tongue, suckling it deep into her mouth. Orlena’s grip on Nargol’s hair was tight, and the pain was nothing compared to what she had felt being away from her.
If anything, she welcomed it.
Feeling the pain from her mate pulling her hair let her know that this was not a dream, that she was truly here where she belonged.
Orlena’s hips bucked upward again. She thrust against Nargol’s face. She welcomed the movements. A deep, satisfying groan rumbled out of Nargol. She loved the sounds that came from Orlena, and to see her writhing on the bed underneath her gave her a clear sense of satisfaction.
She thrust two fingers back into Orlena’s tight channel and focused on her clit. Orlena was shaking and almost sobbing as Nargol took her higher. Nargol increased the pressure onOrlena’s clit. Orlena’s scream pierced the air, and she reached her climax. Her back arched off the bed, but Nargol pushed her back down. Her small hands shot out and gripped the blanket beneath her.
“Bula!”
Nargol snarled at the sound of the name, but she didn’t stop. She dragged her tongue through the drenched folds.
She wasn’t done with her mate.
Not yet.
Not ever.
Nargol was determined to show Orlena how much she had missed her. She pounded her fingers into Orlena’s pussy. She wanted to her reach another climax. Orlena writhed, the words that spilled from her lips incoherent, and if she wasn’t mistaken, a different language.
It didn’t take long before Orlena was screaming through her next orgasm. Pride filled Nargol at the way Orlena’s body shook and jerked. Orlena lay spread out, her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
Nargol’s hand and face were slick from the amount of release that had slipped from Orlena. She withdrew her fingers and eyed her as she lay there trying to catch her breath. She was absolutely the most beautiful woman Nargol had ever seen.
And she was hers.
Her mate’s body was meant to be loved and cherished. Nargol didn’t want to waste a drop of it. She lowered her head and spread Orlena’s legs wide to allow her to lick every part of Orlena’s center to ensure she had cleaned her properly. A weak protest rumbled from Orlena’s lips, but the woman couldn’t even open her eyes and barely lift a hand.
Nargol smiled and climbed up the bed and rested on her side. She pulled Orlena to her and covered them with the blanket. It was a snug fit, but Nargol wouldn’t have it any other way. Orlenasighed and rested her head against Nargol’s chest, her breathing now slow and even.
Nargol stroked her hair and listened to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. Peace settled over her in a way it never had before. Here, in this tiny home, she felt more anchored than she ever had in the grand halls of her family’s stronghold.
“I will not leave without you again,” Nargol said quietly.
Orlena shifted to meet Nargol’s gaze. Uncertainty flickered in her gaze along with hope.
“You mean…when you leave Soza?” she asked.
