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My hips arched and he had to pin me down. To take me through the pleasure. I couldn’t tell how long it lasted. It could have been seconds or hours, but my thighs trembled around his ears and my pussy spasmed until I was coming like a wave.
My body shook under him, and I was almost certain that if he was anything other than an orc, I would have squeezed his head too hard with my thighs.
As it was, he was looking at me, his eyelids hooded and languorous as if I was his favorite meal in the world. And just when I thought the pleasure was finally subsiding, he slid two fingers inside of me and my hips bucked up, because it wasn’t over.
My entire world was spiraling. I’d officially had more orgasms in the past ten minutes than in the last four years. His fingerswere still inside me, but he was looking up at me, his eyes soft and serious, his pupils swallowing up his irises. “Thank you,” he murmured, running his tongue through my pussy lips in one last filthy kiss.
“Please fuck me,” I whined, impatient, even after my two orgasms. He moved up, over me, his body covering mine again, completely blocking out my view of everything but him and I was completely fine with that.
This orc is a fucking God of sex.
“Now?” he asked, pushing one big finger inside of me and I nodded frantically. I was melting around him, willing to plead and beg for his cock.
I shut my eyes and moaned. The answer was yes and he must have been able to tell, because with a grunt that was so sexy it shot straight down my spine, I felt the head of his cock begin to nudge inside of me.
It was a little too large for comfort, but very determined to make space for itself. I screamed at myself to relax. And then, when his cock hit the perfect spot inside of me, I screamed at myself to not come right away.
“So good,” he groans. He was barely intelligible. Executing little thrusts that were designed more to open me up than to fuck properly, yet somehow I can tell that we’re both close to orgasm.
It’s terrifying. Exhilarating. Completely perfect.
I tried to ground myself. To find a place inside of me that was safe from the pleasure of him. But I ended up only digging my heels into his thighs, trying to comprehend how such spectacular friction could exist.
“I love you,” I gasped, unable to keep the words back, and his eyes lost focus. They widened and held mine, unseeing. And then he grins at me, beginning to move for real, with a tiny whisper in my ear.
“I love you, too.
The pleasure crashed over me like a tidal wave. I closed my eyes, holding on to him as tight as I could, and screamed as we both came together.
CHAPTER 36
Krusk
Ipanted out a breath as I tried to get control over my senses. I’d completely lost myself in my mate. My Zemar. And I’d claimed her. Not with my bite the way I wanted to, but in another way that mattered.
I’d fucked her until she’d screamed my name. Fucked her until she came under me like a Goddess. And I’d loved every second of it.
She hadn’t lasted longer than a minute after we’d come. Her breathing had changed and she’d nuzzled against my chest as I lay over her, prone and probably crushing her.
When I’d rolled over, I’d taken her with me. I hadn’t wanted to be separated from her for a moment. And instead of pulling away from me, she’d cuddled closer, burying her face in my neck and taking a deep breath.
She loves me.
The irrational amount of pleasure I got from her words wasenough to power all of Grebath for a week, I was certain. Now, my female lay in my arms and I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, taking a deep breath.
She smelled like me. Like us. A mixture of our scents that I wanted to bottle and keep on me for the rest of my life.
As my breathing slowed, I ran my palm up and down her soft, supple back, still in awe that she was here with me. I wanted to commemorate the moment somehow, so I reached over, tugging my phone off of the bedside table.
Tilting the phone, I tucked the blankets around us and took a picture that didn’t show any of the bits of her that I wouldn’t want anyone to see. And that was a lot, so I focused in on where her face was buried against my neck.
I angled it enough that I got both of our faces and snapped the picture. When I was done, I spent a full ten minutes grinning like an idiot at my phone.
Then the things that she’d told me, before everything had been lost to me in heat andher,filled my mind. I frowned, moving to the messaging app.
Krusk: Is there any way to find out if a will was real?
For some reason that had been niggling at my mind. If her father had loved her as much as he had, I couldn’t understand how things had been changed so that she wasn’t taken care of.
