Page 22 of Rapunzel's Outlaw Orc
I begin to move, pulling back and then surging forward, fucking her in deep, measured strokes. Every single one pulls another cry of ecstasy from her lips and has her clutching me tighter, as if she can keep me right here, fusing us into one being.
My tongue flicks the pulse pounding in her throat as I find a rhythm she loves, deep and hard. I pound into her again and again, lost in the way our bodies crash together, soft on hard. In the way she gasps and mewls and rocks beneath me. In the way the roots pulse around us, the entire tower alive asshecomes to life beneath me.
“Gods, Rapunzel,” I growl. “I want to stay just like this.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she babbles.
“If this tower is your prison, my cock will be your escape, princess.” I lift her leg higher, fucking her harder, deeper. “Until we leave this place, I’ll make you forget where you are. All you’ll know is pleasure. All you’ll remember is my name.”
“Brannock. Brannock. Brannock.” She says it like a prayer and salvation at once.
I nip her throat, letting my tusks scrape across her skin. She clenches around me, louder now, more desperate now. And I’m just as desperate beneath her, just as wild. Everything falls away as I make love to her—there is no tower, no magical forest, no enchantment, entrapment, or portals. There’s only this—us. Alive. Together. Drowning in ecstasy.
As she shatters around me, calling my name, I feel it taking root deep in my heart, blooming where nothing ever has before.Love.I almost say it, whisper those words of devotion into her skin. But… I don’t.
I swallow them back, waiting. Until she’s free. Or until I’m worthy, perhaps. I’m not sure which it is, I just know that I need to wait. Just a little longer.
My hand slips between our bodies, my thumb on her clit to drive her over the edge again.
She shouts my name, writhing beneath me, pushing and pulling as if she’s trying to shove me away and haul me closer at the same time.
“Come for me again, princess,” I growl, changing the angle of my thrusts ever so slightly. “Fall apart for me one more time.”
“Brannock. Oh, Gods, Brannock!”
I roar her name, satisfaction and pleasure racing through me as she splinters again, squeezing me so tightly there’s no chance of holding back my orgasm. I don’t even try. I simply bury my face in her throat, bury my body in hers, and let it come.
I spill into her again and again as she chants my name and I moan hers, both of us wracked with pleasure. It’s new. Foreign. Perfect.
When I fall beside her, pulling her into my arms, she burrows into me like I’m her shelter. And I know, no matter what, I will get her out of here.
Chapter 10
Rapunzel
I wake with my cheek on Brannock’s chest, my limbs tangled with his, hair a tangled nest around us. His arm is heavy around my waist, and his breathing is deep and even—safe, steady, real.
For a moment, I don’t move.
If I breathe too deeply, I might ruin it. And gods, I don’t want to.
His skin is warm beneath my fingers, and I can’t stop tracing lazy circles above his heart. He has a scar there. I found it in the dark hours of the night, and I kissed it like a secret. Now, I just want to stay here. Wrapped in this quiet. This closeness.
I've spent years aching for something I couldn’t name. Turns out it wasthis. Him.
“Staring again?” he rumbles, his voice rough with sleep and something warmer.
“You’re pretty,” I tease.
His chest vibrates with a quiet laugh, and he brushes a kiss to my forehead.
My heart stutters.
How does someone so large and growly kiss likethat?
I tilt my face to look up at him. “You’re not allowed to look like you wrestle bears for fun and be this... sweet. It’s disorienting.”
His smirk is devastating. “Too bad.”
