"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."
