Page 57 of Her Orc Blacksmith

“Are you close?” he asked.

I nodded frantically, unable to form coherent words, barely able to breathe with the pressure building inside me. But he didn’t need me to answer.

“I can feel it,” he rumbled, his breath jagged, his control slipping. “Your body... you’re squeezing me so tight,durlan...”

His pace quickened, his thrusts harder now, each one pushing me to the brink of breaking. My whole body quaked under the intensity, my thighs trembling. The sounds filling the room were animalistic—his gruff groans mixing with my breathless cries, the soft slaps of our bodies meeting over and over.

And then, just when I didn’t think I could take anymore, the pressure building inside me snapped.

My release crashed over me in wave after wave of blinding heat, and I cried out his name, trembling in his arms as my walls clenched tight around him, dragging him deeper into me. Hegrowled, barely holding onto his control as my body convulsed beneath him.

But it wasn’t enough for him—not yet.

Vorgath wasn’t satisfied until he wrung every ounce of pleasure from my body, his strokes never relenting as he pushed me through the aftershocks, coaxing whimpers and gasps from my lips that I didn’t even know I was capable of.

My body was burning, completely overwhelmed by sensation—it was almost too much, the intensity of him, the way his thick shaft pressed into me deeper and deeper, even as I quivered and clenched around him.

“Vorgath—oh yes,” I moaned, trying to catch my breath, my hands raking down his back to anchor myself in the storm of pleasure.

But it was like he knew exactly where I stood—what I could handle—and his movements didn’t stop, didn’t slow, perfectly mindful of my fragility without needing to treat me like glass.

And Seven save me, I loved him for it.

He grunted, his movements growing rougher, more desperate, and I knew he was teetering on the edge of his own release. His grip on my waist tightened as his pace became relentless, each thrust a mix of pleasure and delicious pain as his body met mine.

“Soraya,” he groaned, the word barely a breath, but filled with raw emotion. His face was intense, his dark eyes barely able to keep focus on me, like he was already lost to the pleasure consuming him.

I felt it coming, that moment when he wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer, and my body responded, clenching around him, pulling him closer, allowing him the freedom to let go.

“Take me,” I whispered against his lips, my voice thick and low. “Vorgath, take me.”

A guttural sound ripped from deep in his chest as he plunged deep inside me one last time, his arms like iron bands aroundme as his release hit, powerful and overwhelming. The sensation of his warmth filling me, his heavy breath against my skin, and the sheer erotic intensity of his body trembling with need sent another ripple of aftershocks through me, leaving me gasping in his arms.

For a long moment, the only sound in the forge was heavy breathing, the soft crackle of the forge, and the quiet sigh of spent bodies clinging to one another.

Vorgath didn't pull away—he stayed there, nestled deep inside me, our bodies still tangled together, his forehead resting against mine as we both fought to catch our breath. His hands rested on my hips, gentle now, but grounding—holding me like I was the most precious thing in the world.

“Well... that was...” I panted, my chest still heaving, trying to find the right words amidst the haze of what had just happened.

“Incredible?” Vorgath offered, his lips curving into a satisfied smile.

“Definitely incredible,” I agreed, running my fingers through his tousled hair, noting how his dark eyes never wavered from mine. “But now... I don't think I'll be able to walk properly for a week.”

His grin widened, those tusks of his adding a dangerous edge that somehow only made him look more tempting. “We'll take it slow next time.”

I could have melted right there, beneath the weight of his affection, the way his hands lingered over my skin even after we’d both completely unraveled. But no more words were left to be spoken, nothing that could capture what we’d just shared. Not just a moment of passion but a promise.

A future.

“I choose you,” he murmured softly, echoing my own words from earlier.

I smiled, pressing my lips to his, savoring the warmth and certainty that only he could give me. “And I choose you,” I whispered against his mouth. “Every day.”

And as I let sleep take me, wrapped in Vorgath’s arms, it felt like the world outside couldn’t touch us. Not now. Not here.

For a moment, everything was beautiful.

Chapter 22

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