Page 34 of The Orc King's Bride

“Holy shit, that was awesome,” she says, finally opening her eyes.

I lift my head, her juices still on my lips, and grin at her. “You taste amazing, my mate. I could feast on you all day.”

Sloane smiles back at me, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. “I wouldn’t object to that,” she murmurs, her voice soft and sated. “But maybe another time. Right now, I need more, Dex. I need to see that spiked cock you’ve told me about and feel you inside me.”

I move away to shed my own clothing, dropping my loincloth and kicking off my boots. My body aches with anticipation as I reveal myself to her. Then I let Sloane devour me with her eyes. I stand there, aroused and proud, as her gaze zeroes in on my fully erect and spiked cock, long and thick and ready to claim her completely.

“Damn, that is impressive,” she says, leaning forward to let her lips close over the tip. That simple touch is enough to prompt my spikes into releasing their pre-seed, the slick fluid seeping down my shaft and pooling around my balls.

Her hum of approval is too much, pushing me close to the edge. I pull away from her mouth. “I do not want to spend my seed in your mouth.”

“We can save that for another time, too,” she agrees, scooting back on the bed and spreading her legs for me.

She dips her fingers into her wetness then offers them to me as a gift. I suck them into my mouth even as I settle between her thighs, notching the tip of my cock at her entrance.

Her heat calls to me, and it takes all my self-control not to bury myself inside her. Yet I do not want to hurt her. She is small and tight, her body tensing even as I press against her entrance.

I steel myself, determined to go slowly, allowing the rounded head of my cock to enter her first. My jaw clenches as I fight the urge to drive deeper. I want to savor this, give her time to adjust to my size.

Her gasps fill the air as I press forward and freeze, every muscle in my body taut with the effort to hold back. Her eyes meet mine, wide and filled with a swirl of emotions.

“Am I hurting you, my mate?”

Chapter 31

Sloane

“Yes, and no,”I pant, my voice barely a whisper. “It’s the kind of hurt that feels good. Keep going, Dex. I need you,allof you.”

Dexari’s eyes darken with desire, and he leans down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. He tilts his hips back before inching deeper inside me, again and again. Each shallow thrust is the most delicious kind of torture, stretching me, filling me. I can feel every spike drag along my inner walls, which feels so good it makes me wonder why I waited to fuck him.

“More,” I moan into his mouth, my nails scoring lines of desire down his back. “I need more, Dexari.”

He growls, a deep, grumbling sound that makes my pussy clench. “Patience, my mate.” His voice is strained. “I do not wish to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” I gasp. “I can take it. I can take you.”

To prove it, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, forcing him deeper. The movement sends a jolt of pleasure through my core, drawing mewling sounds from my throat.

His muscled body presses against mine, skin on skin, as if trying to meld us into one being. The heat between us is scorching, electric. I arch my back, seeking more of that delicious friction.

“So small, so tight, so verywet,” Dexari groans, the sound rumbling through his chest and into mine, and his control snaps. With a roar that reverberates through the room, he buries himself in me, tip to root, in one powerful motion.

I cry out in painful pleasure, my body arching off the bed as if pulled by invisible strings. A tidal wave of sensations crashes over me, threatening to drown me in its intensity.

He gives me a few seconds to recover before pulling out and pushing back in. His cockspikes, seemingly vibrating with need, drag exquisitely against my inner walls, the ecstasy nearly overwhelming.

I climax fast and furious, the orgasm clouding my mind and leaving me gasping for air. My fingers clutch desperately at his broad shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as I struggle to anchor myself in the storm of sensation.

“Fuck, Dexari,” I moan, my body trembling with need. “You feel so good. So right.”

“As do you, my mate.” He sets a rhythm of deep, powerful thrusts that sends me ablaze. I cling to him, my hips pulsing against him, matching him stroke for stroke. Our breaths mingle, ragged and hot, and I would swear our hearts pound in perfect sync.

Another orgasm begins to build within me, a fiery pressure that grows more intense with every thrust of his huge, spiked cock. It looms on the horizon, a tidal wave of pure bliss ready to crash over me and sweep away all coherent thought.

My muscles tense as I ride the crest, lost in the depths of sensation, drowning in the rawness of my body’s response.

“Impressive stamina,” I manage to say with labored breath as I teeter on the edge.

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