Page 64 of The Orc's Captive Bride
He held her through it, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs as she trembled against him, her hands still fisted in his hair. When her breathing evened out and her trembling subsided, he smiled up at her
Her eyes were dazed, her lips swollen from his kisses, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. She looked well-loved. Satisfied.
Mine.
A fierce, primal satisfaction surged through him. He had done this. He had given her this pleasure.
“I…” She started, then stopped, her cheeks flushing even darker. “Wow.”
A smile tugged at his lips. A real smile. Not the sardonic smirk he usually employed, but a genuine smile that felt both foreign and right.
“I’m glad you approve,” he said, his voice still rough with desire.
“Approve doesn’t begin to cover it.” She tugged lightly on his shoulders, urging him to stand. “That was… educational.”
His smile widened. “Educational?”
“I didn’t know I could feel like that. Maybe I couldn’t with anyone else.”
His Beast growled its approval as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed, leaving the ruined gown on the floor. He placed her gently on the mattress, then straightened, looking down at her. At all of her. Her hair, a wild auburn tangle against the white pillows. Her perfect little breasts with the rosy peaks still swollen from his mouth. Her body, soft and inviting and perfect.
“You’re beautiful,” he said roughly.
She smiled, and it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “So are you.”
He was an orc. A monster. A weapon. But when she looked at him like this, he believed her. He believed he could be more.
He joined her on the bed, his hands roaming her body, memorizing every curve. Every soft place.
She was so different from him. So small and delicate. So breakable.
That thought suddenly cut through the haze of desire and he froze, his breath suddenly harsh in the quiet room, and she gave him a worried look.
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t,” he said roughly, and pulled away despite every instinct screaming at him to stay. To claim her.
“Why not?”
“Because I could hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
“You don’t know that. I don’t know that.” He sat up, putting distance between them. “I’ve never… with anyone. I don’t know how to be gentle.”
“You haven’t been anything but gentle with me.”
He gave a bitter laugh as he looked down at her. At the signs of his possession on her mouth and breasts. A moment ago they had pleased him, now they were a harsh reminder of his strength.
She sat up as well, and put a soft hand on his shoulder, her touch like a brand against his skin. “
“Khorrek—”
“I said no.” He stood, turning away from the sight of her, flushed and wanting. “I have to stand guard. You should rest.”
“Don’t do this,” she said quietly. “Don’t pull away because you’re afraid.”
“I’m not afraid.”
