Page 51 of The Orc's Sweetheart
Tilly
My skin tingles with awareness, every nerve in my body on high alert with the knowledge that Bodin loves me.
I don’t know how it’s medically possible, but my stomach is doing somersaults and cartwheels, desire building with each second, my entire being desperate for Bodin.
Hands caressing his chest, I ask, “How do you want me, my love?”
Bodin pauses at the endearment and one side of his mouth tilts up into a smile. He traces his thumb up my throat, over the markings he’s already lefton me.
“On the desk, Matilda.” Bodin’s voice is gruff and my pussy clenches at the sound. I try to shift off his lap, but he won’t let me go.
Gripping my waist in strong hands, Bodin lifts me onto the desk. I scoot backward, sending papers rustling to the ground somewhere behind me, but I have no interest in even turning my head away from my male for a second. I widen my legs and hook them around Bodin’s hips, drawing him closer, needing him more than I thought it’s possible to need another being.
Bodin’s chest heaves as he stares at me, his eyes burning with a fierce passion, his body vibrating with restraint. “I need to be inside you, Tilly. I need to fuck you. Right now. I know I made you promises of beds and romance, but I don’t think I can wait. I’m desperate for you, Matilda.” His voice becomes more hoarse with every word, his pulse jumping at the base of his throat.
My own heart used to beat in my chest, but now it’s drumming through my veins, the beat felt in my toes, up through my legs, up my arms, my neck, but mostly settling in my pussy.
Wordlessly, I unfasten his belt, then flip open his button, and finally undo his fly, never breaking away from his intense gaze. I reach inside his underwear and wrap my hand around his hard cock, squeezing lightly around his girth at first before applying enough pressure to make his hips thrust forward.
Bodin throws his head back and lets out a deep masculine groan. When he looks down at me again, he grits out, “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone, Matilda. I’ve not taken any tonics for birth control, but I’m tested.”
My hand pauses on his cock. “It’s okay. I got tested recently and I’m on birth control,” I say levelly, appreciating his self-control to talk about safety first.
“One day, I want us to revisit this talk when I’m not so desperate for you. Because the thought of breeding you, of you walking around all day with my cum filling your cunt, of your belly round with our child. Tilly, I want that. I want that life with you. A family.”
I smile at my male. “Me too. But you’ve got to fuck me first before any of that can happen.”
“Take off your pants,” Bodin demands.
I arch an eyebrow. “Beg me.”
My challenge seems to finally tip Bodin over the edge, and I mentally high-five myself.
I gasp and fall back on my elbows as Bodin grips the front of my pants, a loud tearing sound ripping through the air as he splits them down the middle and throws them to the floor. He bends down and shoves my legs up, pressing his nose against the center of my soaked underwear.
This show of Bodin’s sheer strength combined with the unwavering knowledge that I’m safe in his hands, has me even more turned on, my pussy gushing with its desire for him.
Hooking his tusks in the thin material of my panties, he tugs up and sideways, ripping the fabric. He repeats the motion a few more times until he finally looks up with the remnants of my panties dangling from his tusks.
He watches my expression, the way my chest heaves with exhilaration, as he tears the final pieces off with his hands until I’m naked from the waist down underneath him.
Bodin cups my pussy possessively, spearing a single finger into my wet heat. “So beautiful, but such a naughty girl too. You want me to beg for what is mine when I’m only just holding on to a tiny thread of control?”
Maneuvering me like I weigh nothing, Bodin removes his finger and flips me onto my stomach, bending me over the desk.
I reach out to catch myself and accidentally send a stash of pens flying off the table where they clatter noisily to the ground.
I don’t care though. To me, there’s only Bodin.
Bodin squeezes my ass cheeks in both of his hands. “This ass, Matilda. I can’t wait to see it marked up. To have my tusk marks red across it, then paint it in my cum, rubbing every drop into this delicious silky skin.”
A loud slap lands on my ass and I yelp, my hips thrusting forward, making the desk scrape noisily across the hard floor. Bodin rubs a soothing hand across the stinging skin before repeating the slap on the other side. My screams follow each smack, the desk scraping with each involuntary thrust, which are then followed by pleasure-filled keens as he soothes the skin first with his hands, then with his tongue.
“That’s my good girl. Look at you carrying my marks and enjoying it so much. You were made for me, Matilda. From now on, wherever you go, you’ll have something of me on you. If it’s my marks or my cum, I don’t care. But I can’t bear to think of you away from me, without something to remind you of who you belong to.”
“Yes,” I whimper. Knowing Bodin is as obsessed with me as I am with him makes me near feral. “I’m yours, Bodin. Mark me up.”
He flips me onto my back and grabs the middle of my shirt, ripping the thin scrub material straight down the center.
