Page 65 of The Orc and the Innkeeper

“Mrs. Ironfist.”

My breath hitches as he trails kisses along my throat, each touch sending sparks of desire coursing through my veins.

“You’re mine, now and always,” he rumbles, his hands roaming over my curves with a possessive touch. “Mrs. Ironfist.”

Thorak captures my lips in a toe-curling kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, claiming me with a passion that leaves me dizzy.

Lost in a haze of need, we quickly shed our clothes, scattering them across the floor. The air on my bare skin only fuels the flames of my desire. I arch against Thorak, reveling in the contrast of his huge body against my own.

With a low growl, Thorak lifts me effortlessly, setting me on the edge of the dinner table. The wood is smooth and cool beneath my thighs, but all I can focus on is the heat of his body as he settles between my legs.

“I love you, Mrs. Ironfist,” he rasps, his voice rough with emotion. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much.”

I gasp as Thorak’s massive, ridged length brushes against my slick folds, teasing me with the promise of what’s to come. His eyes blaze with desire as he grips my hips, pulling me flush against him.

“I love you too, Mr. Ironfist,” I whisper, my voice hitching as he slowly sinks into me. “Forever.”

The feeling of him stretching me, filling me so completely, is almost too much to bear. My head falls back and my eyes flutter closed as I lose myself in the exquisite pleasure of our joining. Thorak groans, a deep, primal, monstrous sound that vibrates through his broad chest.

He begins to move, slow at first, letting me adjust to his impressive size. But soon, his thrusts pick up speed, each one sending waves of ecstasy crashing over me, building and building until I’m drowning in sensation.

With each powerful thrust, the ridges along Thorak’s massive shaft caress my inner walls, igniting sparks of pure bliss that radiate through my entire being. I cling to his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his green skin as I meet his relentless pace, our bodies moving as one.

“Mariah,” Thorak rasps against my throat, his voice strained with the intensity of his desire. “My mate, my love, my everything.”

His words send a fresh wave of emotion crashing over me, and I shatter in his arms, my release crashing over me in wave after wave. He finds his release as well, and our bodies move together in perfect harmony.

The haze of my euphoria slowly wears off, and as I pull myself up against Thorak’s warm chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, all I can think about is the overwhelming love I have for this incredible orc.

My orc.

My husband.

My heart.

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