Page 68 of Keeping a Nymph’s Heart

Orla pushed herself out of her chair, as she rounded the table to get to Owain. She cupped his smooth chin, likely seeing the apprehension in his eyes, before bringing her face to his, lips touching in a deep, passionate kiss.

Even if she didn’t say it, he felt everything she put into that kiss. The love she had for him, the way he made her feel cared for, the ways she saw him.

Owain gripped her hips as she deepened their kiss, eliciting a moan from him. Orla broke their kiss, leaning her forehead against his.

“I love you too. Gods, Owain, I am so in love with you.”

He looked up at her, grinning wide before kissing her again with ardent fervor. His tongue met hers, and his teeth pulled at her bottom lip. He could spend forever kissing her, but right now, he wanted more. He wanted all of her.

Quickly, Owain lifted Orla off her feet and moved her to the bedchamber, all the while peppering kisses along her neck and jaw. His injuries hurt like hells, but he would ignore them.

She loved him.

For the first time in thirty-six years, someone loved him. And it wasn’t despite who he was, it was because of it. He would do anything for Orla. Had done anything for her. Silently, he vowed to be a male worthy of her love and affections.

When they made it to the bedchamber, Owain gently tossed Orla onto the bed. She let out a surprised laugh before shaking her head.

“You’re injured!”

“I don’t care.”

He moved onto the bed, hovering over her. Kissing up her neck, he murmured in her ear.

“Let me have all of you. Let me bring you pleasure.”

He felt ravenous for her, playing her declaration of love over and over in his head. Never mind her body, her love was the thing that was making his cock swell. Though her body sure helped things along.

Orla stopped him, looking into his eyes, lips swollen from their kisses.

“You’ll tell me if you’re in pain.”

“And what if I like pain?” he asked, winking at her.

“Then you’ll tell me if it’s the bad kind of pain,” she retorted, giving his antler a firm tug.

“Of course, my goddess.” He nipped at her ear and licked up the column of her neck.

“And you’ll tell me if it’s too much. I only want to bring you pleasure.” She hummed in acknowledgment, hands roving over the expanse of his naked chest and back.

“Words, Orla.” He nipped at her ear again. “Let me hear them.”

“Yes,” she said breathily. “I’ll tell you.”

With that there was no holding him back. Owain pulled the dress Orla was wearing over her head, pleasantly surprised that she wasn’t wearing her breast wrap. Her dark nipples hardened under his gaze.

She was glorious.

He moved to cover one of the full peaks with his mouth, lavishing her breast. He grazed his teeth along her nipple before sucking it hard into his mouth. With his free hand, he gently pinched her other nipple, savoring the sounds of her moans as he touched her.

Owain was lost in the pleasure of Orla’s body. His cock jerked as she let out a soft moan when he softly bit the tender underside of her breast before he moved down, kissing over the plush swell of her belly. He licked and kissed along the waistband of her trousers before finally removing them.

“Perfection,” he said as he gazed down at her gleaming sex. “I want this pussy dripping for me.”

“Touch me,” she begged.

“How do you want me to touch you, my goddess?”

“Your tongue.” She was writhing under him.