"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.

Fingers dove into my tangled hair, yanking gently and forcing my head up. I whined, and then my jaw dropped at the sight on the table. Plate upon plate of food, scrambled eggs steaming in front of me with generous sides of bacon and toast plated on either side. Now that I was staring at it all, the sight and scents made my mouth water.

Before, you were too busy drooling over the hunky orc, I hissed at myself.