Page 25 of The Princess and the Orc

A satisfied growl rumbled from his chest.

He pressed a firm hand to her lower back, pinning her in place, and slid two fingers deep inside her, twisting just right—finding that spot, the one that never failed to send her spiraling.

Her thighs trembled, her moans dissolving into pleas, her body tightening like a bowstring. And then nothing.

He pulled his fingers free abruptly, ignoring her whimper of protest, and lined his cock at her entrance. Then, with one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt.

Her sharp cry echoed through the cavern as her walls clenched down around him, her orgasm ripping through her in an uncontrolled, shuddering wave.

Drogath gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stay still, letting her body milk him, letting her ride the pleasure that had overtaken her.

Then he leaned over her, his mouth brushing her ear.

“Did you come without permission, mate?”

A choked sob left her lips. Her head dropped, auburn hair spilling over her shoulders.

Drogath wasn’t satisfied. He curled a hand in her hair and tugged, forcing her to lift her head.

“Did you come without permission?” he repeated, his voice dangerously soft.

She nodded frantically, sniffling.

He exhaled sharply and withdrew from her tight heat, his cock glistening with her arousal. Every muscle in his body screamed at the loss of her, but he ignored it.

This was a lesson she needed to learn.

Stepping back, he let his gaze roam over her trembling form, her slick, clenching pussy still spasming around nothing. As if it needed him back.

Not yet.

His palm settled on the curve of her ass, rubbing slowly, soothing. Then, crack.

The sharp slap echoed through the cavern, her body jolting beneath the force of it.

Again. And again. Until her soft gasps became broken cries, her skin flushed and burning beneath his touch.

And yet, she was soaked.

Drogath smirked, pressing his fingers between her thighs to find her dripping, her body strung so tight it was almost cruel.

His perfect, perfect mate.

He lined himself up again, pressing the swollen head of his cock to her entrance.

“No coming,” he warned, voice thick with restraint. “Not until I say.”

She nodded, her cheeks still damp with tears.

This time, when he drove into her, there was no holding back.

His fingers dug into her hips as he took her, his pace punishing, every deep thrust designed to wring more pleasure from her, to brand her as his.

Her cries turned to screams as he struck the spot inside her that made her shatter.

He curled over her, pinching her clit between his fingers, wrenching one final sob from her.

“Come for me, mate.” His voice was raw, primal. “Come now.”

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