Page 80 of The Orc's Captive Bride
“You won’t.”
“I could. Easily.”
“But you won’t. I trust you.”
She felt him shudder.
When was the last time anyone said that to him? When was the last time anyone trusted him with something other than violence?
His lips moved to her throat, her collarbone, and she gasped, arching into him.
Oh.
Oh that’s…
Her nightgown disappeared. She wasn’t sure how and she didn’t care as his mouth found her breast. She tangled her fingers in his hair and tugged him closer. He growled, and the sound vibrated through her. Primal. Right.
“More,” she demanded, and he gave her more.
He found places that made her gasp, made her mind go blissfully, wonderfully blank. She’d spent her entire life thinking, living in her head, he forced her into her body, into sensation and need and feeling.
His clothes vanished as well and she lost the ability to speak. Muscles, scars, and an enormous green cock cock, glistening in the lamplight. He should have been intimidating, but all she could think was that she wanted to touch all of him. To map his body with her hands and mouth the way he was mapping hers.
He stroked his fingers through her folds, making her gasp, then carefully inserted first one thick finger and then another. He gently parted them, stretching her, preparing her, but she squirmed impatiently.
“I want all of you,” she said breathlessly.
He moved over her, his body a heavy weight that was the most perfect thing she had ever felt. He nudged against her entrance, his eyes searching hers.
“This might hurt,” he said quietly.
“I know the biology.”
Despite everything, he huffed a soft laugh. “Of course you do.”
“Khorrek?”
“Yes?”
“Stop talking.”
He kissed her again, deep and thorough, and then he pushed inside. Pressure. Fullness. A sharp sting that faded almost immediately. A startled gasp escaped her lips and he paused.
“Don’t you dare stop.”
He huffed another laugh, slowly pushing deeper, stretching her to an almost painful degree. She froze, her body adjusting to the sheer size of him and he held still, letting her get used to the intrusion, a low growl rumbling in his chest.
“Relax,” he rumbled.
“Easy for you to say,” she gasped, but her body obeyed.
When he was fully sheathed, he paused again, waiting. She met his gaze and the look in those golden eyes made her heart ache. Not just desire but awe, as if he couldn’t believe this was happening either.
The impossible stretch eased a little and she rolled her hips experimentally. Pleasure jolted through her.
Oh. Oh, that was good.
He groaned, his control visibly fraying.
