Page 36 of Claimed By Stone
Her gasp was immediate.
“Oh, Gods,” she whispered. “It’s so… big.”
I gritted my teeth, every part of me pulsing with the effort not to push into her hand.
"You don’t have to do anything,” I said, voice thick with desire. “Not ever. Not unless you want to.”
She blinked up at me, pupils blown wide.
"I want to," she said softly, tentatively.
For a second, I couldn’t breathe. Not because of where her hand was, though that would’ve been enough, but because of the way she looked at me. Open. Wanting.
“I want to,” she said again, firmer this time.
Something in my chest cracked wide open. Not just lust, though Gods, that too, but with reverence. Gratitude.
She wantedme.
Not because of magic, prophecy, or some strange fate.
Because ofwho we weretogether.
I brushed her cheek with my knuckles, voice hoarse. “Then we’ll take our time. I’ll follow your lead.”
Her smile, though nervous, was beautiful. It was my undoing.
She squeaked as I tossed her over my shoulder easily, like a sack of grain. I was grinning now, fully overcome with orcish need and desire.
She laughed, breathless. “Thavros! Where are we going?"
I gave her ass a gentle smack. “We’re doing thisright.”
“And ‘right’ means man-handling me like a proper orc?” she teased, giggling.
I grinned. “Exactly. You deserve nothing less.”
Somehow, I managed to wind us through the maze of halls. I turned a corner and came to a couple of orcs. One stopped in surprise because I almost ran him down. The other gave me a grin of approval. Orcs were not shy about sex. We did it often, some even did it out in the open. We saw it as part of life. You needed to eat, you needed to breathe, you needed to fuck.
But as I rounded the corner of my chambers, it didn't feel quite that cut and dry. This was different; it felt like more. I opened the door and dropped Seraphina on the bed. She landed with a huff.
I turned to close the door, then I sat on the bed and pulled her body up to standing before me as I slowly started to undo the buttons on her dress. I kissed her lips, her jaw, her neck, her shoulders, and then I let the dress drop to the floor.
She started to pull again at my trousers. I guided her back to the bed as I stood and began to disrobe.
I didn’t rush.
She was stretched out on my bed like a vision from a half-remembered prayer, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, nearly trembling with anticipation.
And Gods help me, I wanted to savor every inch of her.
I lowered myself slowly between her legs, kissing a path down the soft swell of her belly, nuzzling the sensitive skin of her inner thigh as she gasped. Her fingers clutched at the blankets beneath her, breath already coming in shallow bursts.
“You’re sure?” I asked one last time, even as I mouthed gently at the crease of her hip.
Her answer was breathless, “Yes, Thavros. Please.”
And that was all I needed.
