Page 46 of Owned By the Orc Warlord
“Because I can’t believe this is real.”
He leans his forehead against mine, our breath mingling, warm and shallow. “It is. You’re mine now. In front of gods and warriors and every cursed diplomat in the Borderlands—you aremine.”
I feel the claim down to my bones. It coils through me, tight and hot and primal.
I reach between us and tug at the leather belt still hanging low on his hips, undoing the fastenings with fingers that shake with more need than grace. His cock springs free, thick and hard and leaking at the tip, and my mouth waters with the memory of how it felt the first time he filled me.
“Lie down,” I whisper, emboldened now, breathless with anticipation. “Let me ride you.”
His brow lifts, surprised—but not reluctant. “You want to take me like that, my mate?”
“Yes.” I straddle him slowly, deliberately, letting the slick heat between my thighs press along the length of his cock as I rock my hips in lazy, teasing circles. “I want tofeelevery inch. I want to watch your face when I take you inside me. I want to mark you from the inside out.”
A deep, guttural growl escapes him. “Then ride me, Zahra. Make me yours.”
I reach behind and line him up, the head of his cock already glistening, swollen. When I lower myself onto him, inch by inch, the stretch is everything I remember and more. I moan—long and low—as he fills me, my pussy clutching around him with wet, eager tightness.
“F-fuck,” I stutter, bracing my good hand on his chest. “You feel so deep.”
His hands grip my hips, steadying me. “That’s because you take me like no one else ever could. You fit me like a glove,Zahra—like your pussy knows I belong here.”
The words send a sharp thrill up my spine. He’s right. Idoknow it. My body knows it. I roll my hips again, slow and deep, and the friction sets every nerve ending on fire.
“Harder,” he says, his voice ragged. “Don’t hold back. Break apart around me.”
I do.
I ride him harder now, faster, grinding down with every bounce, with every thrust, his cock dragging against the sensitive spot inside me that has me seeing stars. My breasts bounce with the movement, nipples stiff and begging for attention, and his hand comes up to suck one deep into his mouth.
“Rogar—gods, I’m close already?—”
“Let go,” he demands, between licks. “Come on my cock, mate. I want to feel you unravel around me.”
He thumbs my clit, hard and fast, while I ride him, and the orgasm hits like lightning through my spine. My thighs clamp around him, my cunt spasming violently, milking him as I scream his name and collapse against his chest, shuddering.
But he’s not done.
He flips me onto my back in one fluid motion, his cock still buried inside me, his hips already moving again. This time the thrusts are deeper, stronger, and slower—each one designed to brand his shape into my body like a promise.
He pins my wrists above my head, his face just inches from mine. “You think I’m done with you, Zahra?”
“No,” I pant. “You’d better not be.”
He kisses me—bruising, possessive—before angling his hips to thrust up into me so perfectly that my vision whites out.
“You’re so wet, it’s driving me fucking mad,” he growls. “I can feel you sucking me back in every time I pull out. You want to keep me inside forever, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I cry. “I want you there—always.”
He pulls one leg over his shoulder, angling even deeper, and thrusts hard. I scream again. The rhythm is punishing now, desperate, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing through the tent. My breasts bounce with every impact, my back arching off the furs as I chase a second climax I can already feel coiling tight in my belly.
“You’re going to come again,” he grits, sweat dripping from his brow. “I can feel it. You’re close.”
“I—I—yes?—”
His hand finds my clit again, flicking and circling and pressingjust rightuntil I detonate with a cry, my pussy pulsing around him like a drumbeat. He swears loudly, hips jerking, and then he follows—cock twitching, spilling deep inside me, so much I can feel it dripping out the moment he stills.
He collapses beside me, dragging me onto his chest, both of us panting and slick with sweat and sex and something more. Something sacred.
