Page 136 of Orc's Redemption

A whimper escapes my throat. My legs tremble.

“On the bed,” he says.

I move without hesitation, sinking onto the leather-covered surface. The makeshift bed creaks under my weight. I kneel as he directs, thighs spread, arms braced before me.

I feel him behind me, his cool presence, the heavy weight of his arousal pressing against the curve of my backside.

“Look at you,” he growls, hands settling on my hips. “Kneeling for me. Just as you should.”

His praise sears into me, leaving me raw and open.

He takes his time. His hands glide over, mapping every inch. He trails kisses along the small of my back, the dip of my spine. Each brush of his lips sends shudders through my body.

When he finally enters me, it is a slow, aching glide.

Stretching. Filling. Consuming.

I gasp, the sensation overwhelming, but he murmurs low words of encouragement, guiding me through the first sharp aches into something deeper. Something profound.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “Take me. All of me.”

I do. I take all of him.

The rhythm he sets is slow. A deep, deliberate claiming. Every thrust pushes me further into the bed, every pull drags a helpless moan from my lips. I feel myself unraveling, piece by piece, and I welcome it.

Ineedit.

He grips my hair, tugging gently, forcing my head back. Forcing me tofeelevery inch of him.

“You are mine, Rani,” he growls into my ear. “Say it.”

“I am yours,” I gasp, tears blurring my vision.

“And I am yours,” he promises, voice breaking. “My treasure.”

The world narrows to the heat of our bodies, the slick glide of skin on skin, and the unbearable closeness. My climax builds slowly, spiraling tight and hot, until it explodes, shattering me from the inside out. I cry out, arching against him, clinging to the sensation.

He follows a moment later, his roar filling the small tent, his body driving into mine with one final, brutal thrust.

We collapse together onto the leathers, tangled and gasping, sweat-slicked and trembling.

He gathers me against his chest, cradling me like something precious.

I bury my face against him, breathing him in.

For the first time in my life, I feel truly owned—not in weakness, but in a strength so profound it humbles me.

I am Rani.

Queen. Lover.His.

And I would not change it for anything.

The world fades into a haze of sensation—of heat, of trembling muscles, of the soft rasp of his breath against my hair.

For long moments, we simply lie there, tangled together on the leathers. I press my cheek to his chest, listening to the heavy, slowing thud of his heart. Every beat seems to echo the truth now carved into my soul.

I am not alone.

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