Page 81 of The Orc's Captive Bride
“Move,” she demanded, and he did, a slow, deep rhythm that built a fire in her blood.
This. This is what all the fuss is about.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. The world narrowed to this. To him. To the incredible sensations building within her.
His movements grew faster, harder, more urgent. His good hand tangled in her hair, his mouth finding hers again in a desperate, devouring kiss that left her breathless.
She could feel his control fracturing, his Beast rising to the surface, and she welcomed it. Welcomed him. All of him.
It was too much. Not enough. Everything. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Her breath came in gasps.
“Khorrek. I?—”
The pleasure crested, broke, and she cried out, her body clenching around him. He roared and she had the brief confused impression that he was growing even larger before he pulled out and collapsed against her, his breath coming in harsh gasps.
Her mind was blissfully empty.
Well. That was even more educational.
She felt Khorrek shift, and start to pull away.
“Stay,” she said.
“I’m too heavy.”
“I don’t care.”
He settled beside her instead and pulled her against his chest. She fit perfectly in the curve of his body.
How is this possible? We’re completely different sizes.
But somehow it worked. He gently stroked her hair, and her heart clenched.
I love him.
The thought should have terrified her.
She’d known him less than two weeks. She’d been dragged into his world against her will. Should be focused on getting home, but instead she was lying in his arms feeling more right than she ever had in her own world.
I’m in so much trouble.
“We should leave,” he said quietly, and her contentment shattered. “What?”
“Leave the city. Tonight. Before Lasseran can stop us.” His hand tightened on her waist. “I can get us past the guards. We’ll go to Norhaven. King Ulric would give us sanctuary.”
“We can’t.”
“Thea—”
“I need to find an answer first. It’s the only way to stop Lasseran.”
“You heard what he’s planning. What he wants to do.”
“Exactly. Which is why I need to find the answer.” She turned in his arms to look up at him. “Think about it, Khorrek. What does Lasseran want more than anything?”
“Power. Control over the Beast Curse.”
“And what am I supposed to find for him?”
