Page 23 of Thankful for My Orc
“That’s it, beautiful,” I murmur, watching her face. “You’re taking me so well. Look at you, letting me stretch you open.” She’s incredibly tight, her inner walls gripping me like slick velvet, and the sensation is almost overwhelming. “Perfect, fierce human,” I growl as I push deeper. “Built to take all of me.”
“God, you’re huge,” she gasps when I’m halfway inside her. “I can feel you everywhere.”
“Too much?” I ask, prepared to withdraw despite the torture it would be.
“No.” Her legs tighten around my waist, urging me deeper. “I can take it. I want all of you.”
When I’m finally fully seated inside her, we both breathe hard. “Fuck,” she whispers, her eyes wide. “You fill me completely.”
“That’s okay?” I ask, holding still despite every instinct screaming at me to move.
“Good. Just… full. So perfectly full.” She shifts slightly, testing the sensation, and we both groan. “You can move now.” When I pause for the slightest moment, she adds, “Please. Move.”
I start slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But she only arches beneath me, meeting every thrust with her own movement, taking everything I have to give.
“Faster,” she demands, her nails raking down my back. “I’m not going to break.”
The desperate edge in her voice undoes me. I give her what she’s asking for, setting a rhythm that has her crying out with every thrust. The sounds she makes—breathless gasps, soft moans, my name falling from her lips like a prayer—drive me toward an edge I’ve never experienced before.
This isn’t just sex. It’s connection—intense and immediate—like our bodies were made to find each other in this exact moment.
“Mine,” I growl against her ear.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yours. All yours.”
The confirmation sends me spiraling over the edge, taking her with me, and as we shatter together, the world narrows to her heartbeat against mine, the only rhythm I’ll ever need.
We lie tangled together afterward, her head on my chest, my arms wrapped around her smaller frame. A steady calm settles in my chest, quieting everything that usually claws at me.
The intensity of what just happened between us should probably worry me—I’ve never felt anything this consuming, certainly not after knowing someone for one day. But instead of fear, I feel… certainty. As though some part of my soul just clicked into place.
“Forge?” she murmurs against my skin, her voice soft and sated.
“Mmm?”
“I can hear your heartbeat. It’s so strong.”
I tighten my arms around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Are you okay? I wasn’t too rough?”
“You were perfect.” She traces lazy patterns on my chest with her fingertip. “I…” She trails off with a contented sigh.
“What?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“Never felt so completely claimed.” She nuzzles against my pec.
“Claimed,” I repeat softly, the word feeling right on my tongue. “Is that what this was?”
She’s quiet for so long I think she might have fallen asleep. Then, barely above a whisper: “It felt like more than just sex.”
My chest swells with an emotion so powerful it threatens to overwhelm me. “Good,” I say simply. “It felt that way for me, too.”
She tilts her head up to look at me, her hair mussed, lips swollen from my kisses, and she’s never been more beautiful. “Really?”
“Really.” I cup her face in my palm, thumb stroking across her cheekbone. “I know it’s fast, I know we just met, but Jordan… what I feel for you isn’t just physical.” That probably sounded crazy—we’ve known each other for one full day. But sometimes the most important things happen fast, don’t they?
Her smile is radiant, vulnerable, and full of trust.
“I feel it too. It’s terrifying, wonderful, and…”
