Page 44 of My Orc Nanny

He blinked at my bluntness, and I had to fight to keep my stern expression on my face, when really I just wanted to focus on the white-hot sparks shooting through my veins in the aftermath of that climax.

“I…Right now, Hannah, I can’t think of anything I want more.”

“Good. Consent is…” He flexed again, and I moaned. “Aswan,nowplease. I need you to…now, claim me now.”

With a low growl, he turned and fell toward the bed, catching both of us as my back hit the mattress. His palms spread out on either side of my shoulders, his feet were braced against the floor, and he beganto move.

“Yeeeesssss,” I moaned, my hands closing around his forearms, my legs opening for him. “Oh God, yes, Aswan. That feels so—ooohGod it feels so good. Right. Yes. There.”

He slowly worked his hips, his cock sliding in and out of me. I felt each and every ridge, the sensation making me breathless with need. I had no idea I could become so aroused again so quickly. For that matter…

“I didn’t realize my Mate was such a talker in bed,” murmured Aswan above me. “I like that you tell me what you like.”

I refused to feel embarrassed. “I like it all,” I assured him, dropping my head back, exposing my throat as I ran my hands up his corded forearms to grip his shoulders. “Your cock is…so good,mmmmthere.”

“I love the way you take your pleasure,dkaar.” His hips flexed again, his cock thrust in and out, slowly at first, then faster. “Malla the Beginner made you to fit me perfectly. Only you could take my cock this well.”

His praise made my chest swell. I arched against him, which meant his next thrust hit that secret spot behind my clitoris, the one he found on Friday which drove me mad. I gasped again and rocked my own hips, trying to recapture that sensation.

Soon we were both breathing heavily, our gazes locked as our bodies slammed into one another. This was a different sort of experience than the gentle way he’d used his tongue and hands on me only this morning. But oh mygoshI loved it. I loved how strong he was, I loved the way he used that strength to love me.

“Hannah, I need…” he groaned.

“Yes,” I gasped. I wanted this. I wantedhim. I wanted him to claim me, to seal this Mating bond. I wanted him to find the same pleasure I did.

But suddenly, he straightened, his cock sliding from me.

I gasped again, pushing myself up on my elbows even as he dropped to his knees beside the bed and reached for my hips. When he yanked me toward him, I slid along the mattress with a little surprised yelp, until my thighs bracketed his hips again.

His gaze pierced mine for just a moment. “I love you, Mate.”

I opened my mouth to repeat the vow, but the pad of his thumb pressed against my clitoris then, and my scream of pleasure cut off my words. His palm slammed over my mouth to muffle my cries of ecstasy from my children, and I let myself go.

I arched against him, and he slid his cock inside me as my second climax burst over me.

This time, with my heels planted, I was able tomove. As he plunged into me, I rocked against him, timing my thrusts with his, drawing out the pleasure, the ecstasy, until the edges of my vision went black, and I realized I was no longer breathing.

He stiffened, and I felt the last spasms of my orgasm clenching around him, my inner muscles milking him.

“Dkaar,” he whispered, moments before his eyes fluttered closed, he grabbed my hips and slammed into me.

His seed was hot and thick, and I felt it fill me, which shouldn’t be possible. It never was before, with my ex.

But my ex had never cared for my pleasure, had only taken his own. Aswan… I watched as his expression slackened with wonder, and his eyes slowly opened. He blinked at me, the green in his gaze slowly fading to black. And I smiled.

“Dkaar,” I agreed, reaching for him, trying to draw him down to me.

This would be the moment I should feel nervous, wonder if all those vows we’d made were just in the heat of the moment. But I didn’t—Iwouldn’t. This wasn’t Travis; this wasn’t one of the guys I’d dated before or after him. This wasAswan, and I trusted him not just with my life, but with my heart.

Could I trust him with my children’s hearts?

“I love you,” he whispered against my hair, gathering me to him. “I…thank you.”

When I squirmed, I felt his cum leaking from where we were still joined. “Well, I enjoyed it too,” I tried to joke.

But he pulled back, his expression solemn. “No, Hannah.Thank youfor accepting me. For allowing me to be your Mate. I…” He swallowed and shook his head slightly, but didn’t look away. “You and the kitlings are my world, and I will do everything in my power to make your world the best possible.”

Oh.

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