Page 92 of Bound to the Orc Hunter

When I come down from my peak, he continues to move, slow and steady, stroking into me, sending tingles racing through me all over again. He tilts his hips, and his piercings hit a new spot inside, making me gasp.

He smiles, his eyes holding so much love. Only a week ago, I would have looked away, sure it was all part of the act, but now I know better. Branikk’s love is the truest thing in the universe.

“I love you,” I whisper. He makes me want to get good at saying it, at becoming a person able to feel more easily. Becausehe’s easy to love, this husband of mine. Especially when he looks at me like he is now, his eyes shining with joy.

Joy that we’re alive, joy that we’re together, joy that we’re in love.

I say it again, louder this time, the words freeing, “I love you, Branikk.”

“My Grace, how I love you.” He cups the side of my cheek and pauses for a moment, buried deep inside me. “I used to think I was happy, that I had a full life. I was a fool, not realizing how much I lacked before I met you. You are my everything.”

Oh! Emotion swells in my chest, so big it fills up my throat, and all I can do is stretch upward and kiss him, licking over his tusks, my mouth opening under his as I let myself be completely vulnerable.

We rock together, eyes locked, the pleasure building slowly and in perfect synch.

My legs lift higher to hold him closer, making him groan. His hand slides down to lift my butt just that extra bit that makes him hit a new place, and I gasp. Slow and deliberate, we touch each other, exploring to find the spots each likes best.

Murmured words of love fall from his lips like the sweetest of songs. “I love you, my bride, my moon bound, the greatest gift of my life.”

“Oh, Branikk!” My words are simpler, but I pour my heart into each. “My love!”

Eyes locked, lips locked, bodies locked together, Branikk slides forward one last time, filling me full of him and his love until fireworks course through my body, setting every nerve alight with pleasure that goes on and on.

His groan still echoes in my ears several moments later as his weight presses me into the mattress with a delicious solidity. I hum happily and kiss his neck, tasting the salt from our loving.The room smells like the sweet cream of his seed, and I breathe deep.

The hand on my butt flexes, holding me close, and he rolls us onto our sides. A huge feeling of pressure fills me, tugging at my entrance, and my muscles tighten around it, sending aftershocks of pleasure through me, and making him groan.

“Is that your knot?” I squeeze again, getting another jolt of delight. It looked so big when it formed those previous times, but now that I feel it… God, nothing’s ever been like this.

He smirks. “Yes. Now you’re truly mine, locked to me for hours.”

“Hours, huh?”

“I might give you a baby this very night.”

Oh! I gasp. Emotions billowing inside me, stealing my breath.

“Itiswhat you want, yes?” His dark eyes search mine.

Unable to talk, all I can do is nod. I know when we talked about it, he said he wanted to have children with me, but talk is one thing. This is commitment from him on a whole other level.

“You will make the most amazing mother ever. And I cannot wait to share that joy with you, my bride.”

I trace my fingers over his chest, wanting to feel his heartbeat. There’s something… “Branikk. When did you get a tattoo?”

He glances down, breaking into a smile when he sees the fancy crescent moon on his chest. “It’s a moon bound mate mark. It confirms that the goddess mated us for life.” His fingers touch my chest. “You have one, too.”

I crane my neck. Mine’s a smaller moon in solid dark-green. No, make thatorcgreen. I grin.

“Our union is blessed by the Moon Goddess.” He cups my face. “But I needed no marks to tell me how perfect you are for me, my bride.”

“Oh, Branikk.” I melt against him, stretching up for a kiss to seal this perfect connection we have.

His knot locks us together, but it’s his arms and his love that hold me close all through the night.

The next two days are a relaxed repeat of the one before, complete with dinner down at the pub and wonderful nights of loving with my doting husband. Which is good, because we’re woken on the third morning by a loud pounding on the door.

Branikk rolls from the bed and pulls the furs up over me. “You can stay here.”

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