Page 11 of Accidental Orc Daddy

His lingering gaze beckons to me, a silent invitation to experience the rush all over again.

I murmur some flimsy excuse but know the true source of my hesitation runs deeper. To abandon safety and convention for an orc is a plunge into uncharted waters, yet to ignore the summons of raw attraction would be to deny the wilder part of my typically inhibited self. As the memory of his kiss sparks along my skin, I don’t know which path to choose at this moment, suspended between possibility and doubt.

Sandra shakes her head impatiently. "So go talk to him, silly! That's generally how conversations work."

Her pragmatic words ring with truth, but actually approaching him again seems an insurmountable challenge at that moment. Luckily, our other friends swoop in before Sandra can needle me further, dragging us both back out to dance some more.

I lose myself in the carefree rhythms, letting the music sweep away my turbulent thoughts. But every time I risk a glance towards the bar, his eyes are already finding me in the crowd, his gaze holding a promise that sets my pulse racing. What more could that promise entail, if only I had the nerve to seek him out again?

As the night wears on in a hazy blur of drink and dance, I start to wonder if this will be yet another 'what if' to haunt my memories – a glimpse of possibility, snuffed out by cowardice before it ever truly began.

The anticipation swirling between the orc and I seems to wind tighter with each passing song, yet neither of us makes a move. Are we both too afraid of shattering the tension, only to find we've built this attraction up to more than it truly is?

Glancing over, I watch him say something to the bartender with a grin before tossing back the last of his drink. Will this be my final chance to steal more than fleeting glances with the mysterious orc?

As the final notes fade, I'm unsure what to do until he catches my eye from across the room. Emboldened, I wind my way through the crowd to where he stands, leaning against the bar.

His eyes widen slightly at my approach. "Not leaving so soon, I hope?" His voice is a low rumble that sets my nerves alight.

"Not without finishing what we started," I reply, trying to match his steadfast gaze though my heart stamps a wild rhythm.

He grins, pointed teeth flashing in the colored lights. "By all means, let's continue our talk."

My pulse quickens at the insinuation in his tone. Hesitating, I say, "I’d like to get to know you first."

He inclines his head. "What more would you know?"

I sigh, searching for the right words. "This is new for me."

He nods slowly. "I understand your hesitation. But you have no reason to fear me, unless you want to." His hand reaches out to brush my hair back, sending shivers through me. "Let me ease your mind."

His heated gaze and implication ignite both fear and longing within me. What am I so afraid of wanting in this moment?

His words and touch awakened something bold and reckless within me. Leaning into his caress, I see his gaze steadily burning through me. He curls a finger under my chin, tilting my face up to his.

Every warning bell in my mind is clanging, yet how can I deny the wild longing his nearness stirs? Taking a steadying breath, I lay my hand over his where it rests against my cheek.

My face fits perfectly into the curve of his palm as if I were made for him, and he for me.

Just one dance.

On impulse I hold out my hand, feeling wanton. There is a flash of surprise, and then he takes my hand and follows me out amongst the thrashing bodies. Turning to face him, I slide both hands up his powerful arms as we find our rhythm.

We say nothing for what feels like forever, losing ourselves in the music and each other's movements until the floor falls away. His skilled hands guide my hips, his proximity intoxicating. Our earlier kiss seems a lifetime ago now.

As the beat builds, so do we, spinning and circling in an intimate call and response. Breathless, I can feel the thundering beat of my heart, even over the pulsing music.

Lost in sensation, I crush my lips to his in a searing kiss that speaks of all the wild desires I dare not name. In his embrace the world falls silent, there is only this thrumming now between our entangled bodies. Never have I felt more alive.

Lost in the kiss, time loses all meaning. There is only the rush of adrenaline through my veins, the points where our bodies meet feeling electrified. His lips move from mine, trailing hot open-mouthed kisses along my jaw until I gasp. My fingers tighten in his thick hair, holding him close as desire blazes through my core.

I breathe in the aroma of his body, my primal senses invigorated by his scent and driving me to kiss up along the side of his neck.

When he pulls back to meet my eyes, the sheer intensity of want reflected there steals my breath. Heat pools low in my belly to see such open hunger and fascination focused entirely on me. I am awash in sensation and longing, uncertainty burning away in the fire of newfound craving.

A flash of teeth as he smiles, taking my hand to lead me back into the pulsing throng. This time when he pulls me close, I melt against the hard planes of his body without hesitation.

We move as one, his eyes never leaving mine, stripping me bare to my core with how plainly he sees all I feel but dare not say. By the time the final chords fade, my blood sings with wanting. Breaking away just enough to breathe, I stare defiantly into his eyes.

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