Page 50 of Bound to the Orc Hunter

Then his hand slides around into my hair, tugging me up onto my knees until my back bows. And it’s exactly what I want from him—not pain, but power.

“Look at your body arching for me, your breasts begging for my attention,” he growls. His big fingers tweak my nipples, pulling them into aching peaks.

I whimper, pushing my chest forward, silently begging for more.

“You’re so hungry, my bride. Starving. Has no one ever truly satisfied you?” His tusks scrape my nipple in a flash of sensation that leaves me gasping.

God, he sees me. Really see me—it goes beyond my naked skin. It’s as if he’s bared the very heart of my wants, my needs.

He pumps his cock, gathering handfuls of creamy fluid. Keeping me arched, body quivering with tension, he slicks his hands over my breasts.

Desire, hot and sharp, sets my heart racing, my mouth falling open on an endless pant.

“I’m going to paint you with my seed until pure lust burns in your veins. Make you crave me, make you smell like me. All will know you aremine.” His voice goes harsh and guttural, his cock jumping as he speaks.

Over and over, he coats my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, until I’m squirming in his grip, my scalp burning with each tug on my hair. My clit throbs, demanding touch, and my whole body tenses each time his fingers drift near, but he never goes where I want. Needy, animal noises tear from my throat, my fingers gripping his shoulders.

I want. I want. Iwant.

He gives a dark chuckle, his grin wicked as his fingers slick his seed up my inner thigh before stopping short. Evil, evil man.

God, I love it.

Then those huge hands are on me, turning me over onto my hands and knees, positioning me exactly where he wants me, whereIwant me.

He rubs more seed over my butt. “By the goddess, you’re beautiful. You don’t know how torturous it’s been to ride with this sweet ass of yours bouncing in front of me.”

Oh, I know. Just as torturous as riding with him pressed to my back for hours and hours.

His fingers glide between my thighs, teasing at my entrance for only seconds before disappearing. Then his hand returns, coated in seed, slicking it over me in a sizzle of sensation that sends jolts of electricity shooting through my body.

I try to rear back, to get more touch, and he buries one hand in my hair, pulling me up until my back arches, holding me in place.

Then it’s not his hand rubbing over me—it’s his cock. The head slides up and down, slicking me with more of his seed, adding to the wetness already dripping out of me, because yes, he’s right. I’m wet and dripping for him.

“Fuck, look at you, so ready for me.” He pauses with the wide head just beginning to stretch my entrance. “Beg me, my bride. Beg for my cock.”

“Branikk,” I pant, unable to form any word but his name. “Branikk!”

Thank god, it’s enough.

He thrusts forward, fast and hard, filling me in a delicious burn, stretching me like nothing ever has before. The piercings add extra texture as he pumps into me, sending shivers racing through me.

His thighs slap against mine as he buries himself, and it’s too much. He’s so big the feeling is overwhelming.

Then little touches slide up my crack while more curl down to my clit. The tentacles. Oh, god, they’re touching meeverywhere.

His hand tightens in my hair, his grunts echoing the wet slaps of our bodies coming together. I pant, the smell of sex filling my nose, my mouth, salt and tang on my tongue.

Branikk slams forward again, his cock filling me as the tentacles stroke my ass and my clit.

It’s all too much. And it’s completely perfect.

I am completely overwhelmed, unable to move, unable to do anything butfeel. Him, the whole world is him.

Branikk thrusts forward, deeper than ever, and multiple tentacles fill my ass and stroke my clit, faster and harder as the tingling builds and builds and builds.

Pleasure spirals outward in a blaze of sensation that shakes my whole body, my sight going dark around the edges as I scream his name one final time.

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