Page 17 of Accidental Orc Daddy

His skin is hotter than the sun, its warmth inviting and hard to separate from like a cozy bed in the early morning.

I'm not sure if it's the thrill of the waves or the closeness to Mustaf, but I'm feeling more alive than I have in a long time.

“Not quite as easy as bowling, eh?” he teases.

I give him a look, narrowing my eyes but smirking playfully. “I don’t like it easy,” I insist.

His gaze travels the length of my body. “Hm. I can tell.”

We laugh and splash each other, enjoying the moment and the connection we're building.

After a day filled with adventure and excitement, our little group heads to a popular beach bar as the sun sets and twilight descends. The music is a siren call, drawing Mustaf and me inevitably closer from among the dancing bodies.

“Dance with me, Meiko,” he insists, the sound of my name wrapped in his husky voice too tempting to deny.

As we make our way onto the dance floor, the rhythm of the night envelops us, and we become lost in the beat. Mustaf's hands are on my hips, guiding me in a sensual dance that feels like a language of its own. Each beat ratchets the tension between us tighter and tighter until it feels like we're about to burst.

We move in sync, our bodies pressed close together, and I can feel the heat radiating off of him. Our eyes are locked on each other, and I can see the desire in his gaze. It's intoxicating, and I feel myself giving in to the moment.

As we sway to the music, Mustaf leans in and whispers in my ear. "I want you."

My heart races at his words, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. I lean in closer, my lips brushing against his ear as I whisper back. "I want you, too."

His hands tighten on my hips, and we move together to the beat of the music, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. It's a dance of passion, a dance of desire, and I feel like I'm on the edge of something incredible.

As the night wears on, we continue to dance, lost in each other and the music. The tension between us is palpable, and I can feel myself growing more and more aroused with each passing moment.

As we continue to dance, I feel like we're the only two people in the world. The music and the crowd around us seem to fade into the background, and all that matters is the connection between us.

Mustaf's hands are on my waist, guiding me in a slow, sensual dance. Our eyes are locked, and I can feel the heat between us building with each passing moment. It's as if the air is charged with electricity, and I can feel it crackling around us.

Finally, Mustaf leans in and whispers in my ear again. "Do you want to go somewhere more private?"

I nod, my heart racing at the prospect of being alone with him. He takes my hand and leads me off the dance floor, weaving our way through the crowd until we're outside.

The night air is warm and humid, and I can hear the sound of the waves crashing against the shore in the distance. Mustaf leads me down the beach, away from the crowds and the noise, until we're standing in a secluded spot, the moonlight casting a soft glow over everything.

He pulls me close, his arms wrapped around me as we sway together to the rhythm of the waves. I can feel his heartbeat against my chest, and it matches the pounding of my own heart.

We stand like that for a moment, lost in each other's embrace, before Mustaf leans in and kisses me. It's a slow, tender kiss, full of promise and desire. I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing myself against him as we deepen the kiss.

When we break apart, I can see the hunger in his eyes, and I know that he wants me as much as I want him. I can’t deny it anymore.

Mustaf takes my face in his hands and kisses me deeply again, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hands roam over my body. I can feel the heat building between us, and I know that I want this as much as he does.

As our kisses deepen, I can feel myself becoming more and more aroused. Mustaf's hands are underneath my blouse, his warm fingers tracing patterns on my bare skin. The feeling sends shivers down my spine, and I find myself becoming more bold.

I slide my fingers through his dark hair, gripping it as I kiss him harder. He responds in kind, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every inch of me.

“Mustaf…” I say breathlessly.

He growls. “Say it again,” he commands.

“Mustaf,” I moan louder.

At that, he begins to kiss my neck, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I moan softly, tilting my head back to give him better access. His hands are on my hips, pulling me closer, and I can feel the hardness of his desire pressing against me.

I reach up and unbutton his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders. He's built, with broad shoulders and a chiseled chest that makes my heart race. I run my hands over his skin, feeling the warmth and the strength of his body.

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