Page 57 of Thankful for My Orc
The combination of his fingers inside me and his commanding voice in my ear pushes me over the edge again. I arch off the bed, my body convulsing around his fingers as pleasure crashes through me.
“Perfect,” he growls, slowly withdrawing his fingers. After licking my glistening arousal off his fingers, he murmurs with satisfaction, “Now you’re ready for me.”
He stands to remove the rest of his clothes, and I watch with hungry eyes as he reveals himself completely. He’s magnificent—all muscle and power and barely restrained dominance. When he crawls back onto the bed, settling between my thighs, I feel small and delicate beneath his massive frame.
“Look at me,” he commands, gripping my chin to ensure I meet his eyes. “I want to see your face when I take you.”
He pushes inside me slowly, and I gasp at the sensation of being stretched around his impressive size. “So big,” I breathe, my hands gripping his shoulders as my body adjusts to accommodate him. “I can feel every inch.”
“That’s right,” he growls approvingly. “Take all of me, sweetheart. Your body was made for this—made to take everything I give you.” His hands span my waist as he holds me steady, the size difference between us never more apparent than in this moment. “Look how perfectly you fit around me.”
The sensation is all-consuming—he’s so big, so deep, that I feel completely possessed by him. His eyes never leave mine as he sinks into me inch by inch.
“Mine,” he growls when he’s fully seated inside me. “Say it.”
“Yours,” I gasp, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so utterly filled. “All yours.”
“Perfect,” he rumbles, his voice thick with possession. “Can you feel how you were made for me? How your body yields to mine like it’s been waiting for this moment?” His hands grip my hips, holding me exactly where he wants me. “Every inch of you belongs to me now, Jordan. Every breath, every moan, every fucking heartbeat.”
He moves then, setting a rhythm that’s raw and possessive. Each thrust is hard enough to push me higher up the bed, but his hands on my hips keep me exactly where he wants me. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, punctuated by our harsh breathing and desperate moans.
“You feel so fucking perfect around me,” he growls, his pace increasing.
His intense words make me clench around him, drawing a snarl from his throat. “You like it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I moan, my hands gripping his shoulders. “I love it when you tell me I’m yours.”
“Youaremine,” he confirms, his thrusts becoming harder, even more demanding. “Every inch of this perfect body belongs to me.”
He pulls out suddenly, flipping me onto my hands and knees with effortless strength. The position makes me feel vulnerable and exposed, completely at his mercy.
“This is how I’m going to take you,” he says, his hands gripping my hips possessively. “This is how I’m going to make you completely mine.”
He slides back inside me from behind; the angle allowing him to go even deeper. I cry out at the blissful sensation, my arms barely able to support me as he sets a punishing pace.
His thrusts slow but don’t stop, keeping me right on the edge. He’s buried deep inside me, and the sensation is overwhelming. The purr that’s been rumbling through his chest since we started intensifies, vibrating through my entire body with every thrust. I can feel how hard he’s trying to maintain control—the way his hands grip my hips, the tension in his massive frame above me. His unique scent surrounds me, mixing with the smell of our combined arousal.
“Forge,” I gasp, feeling myself getting close again. “I’m almost—”
“Not yet,” he commands, one hand sliding up my back to grip my hair gently, pulling me closer against him. “I want you to feel everything when we go over together. I want you to know, completely, that you’re mine.”
Through the haze of pleasure, his words register. This feels like more than just sex—this is a claiming on every level.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Make me yours completely.”
“You already are,” he growls. His control shatters as his pace increases, becoming frantic as he drives us both toward the edge.His hips are pistoning now as he makes guttural orcish sounds declaring how close he’s getting to his release.
“When I come, you’re going to come,” he tells me, his voice a rough command. “I want to feel you fall apart around me.”
“Yes,” I sob, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Please, I need…”
He leans down, his chest pressed against my back, one hand sliding around to find my clit while the other grips my hip possessively. His scent surrounds me, overwhelming my senses—cedar and smoke and pure male. The purr in his chest intensifies, vibrating through my entire body.
“Now,” he growls, and I feel his fingers work their magic as he buries himself deep, filling me completely, grounding me in the wild, beautiful chaos of him.
The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced—sharp pleasure mixed with a deep, primal possession that goes straight to my soul. I scream his name as the most intense orgasm of my life tears through me, my entire body convulsing around him.
Wave after wave crashes over me, each one more powerful than the last. I’m dimly aware of Forge roaring my name as he follows me over the edge, his release triggering another surge of pleasure that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. But there’s something else too—something beyond the physical. A warmth that blooms in my chest and spreads outward, like a door opening in my heart that I didn’t know existed.
