Page 99 of Till Orc Do Us Part
I turn to face him. Palm flat against his chest, I trace the raised scar along his jaw. His exhale shudders.
“Still sure you want this?” His voice gravel-rough.
I rise on tiptoe, lips brushing the hinge where tusk meets skin. “You fought a rodeo bull for me. Think you’re stuck with my terrible decisions now.”
His laugh rumbles against my mouth as he kisses me—slow, lingering sweeter than stolen wine. My sundress falls open under his careful hands, fabric pooling at my feet. His calloused thumbs skim my hips, pausing at the lace edge of my panties.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, lower than prayer.
“Prove it.”
He lifts me effortlessly, back meeting the wall. My legs lock around his waist as he drags the lace aside with one thick finger. Pulse throbbing between my thighs, I arch into his touch.
“Drok—”
“Easy, little storm.” His mouth finds the frantic beat of my throat. “Let me.”
He carries me to the bed, laying me down like something fragile. Moonlight etches the lines of him—olive skin sheened with salt and sweat, cock thick and heavy in his hand as he strokes himself, eyes locked on mine.
“Come here.” My whisper cracks.
He sinks into my pussy with a groan that shivers through my bones. My nails scrape his shoulders as he stills, forehead pressed to mine.
“Feel how you take me?” he grits out, hips rolling deliberate. “So fucking tight—gods, Rowan.”
I surge up, capturing his gasp with my lips. Our rhythm builds—not the frantic clash of before, but deep, claiming rolls that leave us breathless. His hand slips between us, thumb circling my clit as his thrusts turn jagged.
Our gazes hold as pleasure coils white-hot. His tusks graze my collarbone when he buries himself deeper, unflinching as I tremble around him.
His hands slide up my ribs like he’s memorizing braille. "Want to see you." The rasp in his voice knots my stomach. Palms firm on my hips, he guides me upright until I'm straddling him—a queen claiming her throne of heated skin and coiled muscle. Moonlight spills across his chest as he leans back, silver threading his dark hair catching the glow like buried stars.
I brace against his abdomen, fingertips denting the hard planes. His cock stretches me as I sink down, our shared gasp tangling in the salt-heavy air.
"Look at you." His thumb swipes the sweat gathered at my collarbone. Teeth catch his lower lip when I roll my hips, slow and testing. "Every scar I carry…" His breath hitches as I rise, dragging him almost free before taking him deep. "Every battle—none ever left me this unraveled."
My hands frame his jaw, tusks grazing my wrists. "Show me." I rock forward, chest brushing his. "The parts you never showed anyone."
His nostrils flare, hands tightening on my thighs. "You already have." Eyes black as midnight tar pits hold mine—no shields, no calculation. Just raw honesty that steals my breath.
I kiss him softly, swallowing his groan as our rhythm turns urgent. Waves crash in time with our joining, each thrust punctuated by the ocean's heartbeat. He sits up abruptly, one massive hand splayed between my shoulder blades as the other cradles the back of my skull. Our foreheads press together, breaths fused.
"Rowan." My name cracks like a vow.
I fist his hair, tugging just enough to make his hips stutter. "Let go."
A shudder rips through him. His mouth finds the pulse beneath my ear. "Only with you." The words bleed into a groan as I clench around him, my release triggering his. He collapses backward, pulling me with him—chest to chest, every frantic beat mirrored.
Salt air swirls around our tangled limbs. His calloused palm rests over my racing heart.
Cool sheets stick to our tangled legs as I trace the hinge of his jaw, our breaths syncing with retreating tides. His thumb sweeps across my bottom lip like he’s checking for bruises.
“Still think I’m a bad investment?” The tease comes out hoarse, my knuckle brushing the scar under his collarbone—the one from the bull’s horn.
He catches my wrist, pressing my palm flat over his racing heartbeat. “If this were a board meeting, I’d call it a hostile takeover.”
His mouth crashes into mine before I can laugh—deep, claiming kisses that taste of sweat and sea spray. Teeth scrapemy lower lip. I arch into him, legs already hooking around his hips?—
“Love you.” The words slip out between breaths, quiet as shoregrass whispering.
