Page 48 of Marrying My Orc Boss

“Didn’t I tell you I would put the world at your feet?” Kissing along her jaw, I victoriously find her dress’ elusive zipper, and the dress parts from her skin easily, falling to the floor in a flutter of velvet and tulle. Sally turns away from the view to wrap her arms around me, setting the champagne aside.

My vision is filled with her lovely curves. She is standing in nothing but lace stockings, surrounded by flowers, and all I want to do is finish claiming her, so the world knows that Sally and I are forever bound. As she reaches up to kiss my facial scar, I see her ever-present desire flare again.

“I don’t need the world, Drakar, I only need you.” She kisses me, long and deep, as her body enfolds into mine. “Please, now.”

The sight and sound of my chosen love begging for me, makes me feel like roaring in victory. Instead, I crush her to me as we intertwine, letting that whirlwind of passion overtake us once more.

I drag her to the floor, impassioned and needy. There has always been an undercurrent of heat that has flowed between us ever since our first interaction, and that blaze crashes over us like a typhoon. We come together heatedly, as ardor and affection carry us to an explosive climax.

Even with as often as we’ve come together over the past three months, it never feels like enough. I am addicted to this woman's body and soul, and although she gives me undue pleasure, my need for her is such that I am never truly satiated.

So it is now, even as she hurriedly strips me of my clothing. Our first joining was quick and heated as if to take the edge off. The next round is equally enthralling.

Settling her placid form across the bed for our second session, it isn’t long before our combined scent hypnotizes me. Before I know it, I’m feasting on the nectar spilling out of her.

This time our lovemaking is tender, gentled by joined looks and our deepening bond. The exchange is more romantic as we roll our hips into each other, and I whisper our marriage vows into her ear. I make the effort to take my time this go around, drawing out as much sensation as I can- with shallow, teasing movements that are no less fervent in their desire.

We spend the night making love, taking turns thrilling at the push and pull that exists naturally between our bodies. Even before we ever came together physically, there was always a magnetic pull attracting us to one another.

Exhausted and satiated, we eventually give in as the morning breaches the horizon, collapsing into slumber as the gray rays of dawn begin to streak across the sky. Her breath evens out before mine does, and another note of satisfaction layers over me when I think of how ardently I’ve pleased her.

As morning tries to filter through our senses, I hum a little human tune about sunshine aloud that reminds me of my mate. Even drifting in and out of consciousness, I register her smile as the sound reaches her dainty ears.

My last thought before sleep envelopes me is that I forgot to mention the surprise honeymoon attached to our wedding plans. Oh, well, I think to myself hazily, and I fall asleep dreaming of sandy curves stretched along a backdrop of blue-green waters.

CHAPTER 29

Sally

Gentle waves lap along the paneling, and the calm and inviting sound is occasionally pierced by the sharp call of a gull. A few more squawks pull me from my slumber as I stir from my afternoon nap. The only thing that would make this moment perfect is waking up next to a warm body, but the padded mattress in the cabin is cool as I rise alone.

Throwing on my trusted sarong, I get up and climb onto the deck of our ship, blinking at the late afternoon sun. Drakar is topside, and already the smoky notes of grilled fish waft around us. He’s meticulously hovering over the grill, and I take a moment to admire him from my perch.

Married life seems to suit my husband well. His khaki shorts show off his shapely legs while his linen shirt is unbuttoned and open at the collar, teasing the cleft at the top of his pectorals. The whole effect is completed with the stubble growth of a three-day beard.

This flexible, relaxed version is much more approachable than the reserved and brooding orc I met a few months ago, yet he still manages to steal my breath.

That wonderful connection we share seems to always alert him to my presence, and looking up his eyes immediately lock onto my presence. He pours a glass of wine for each of us, handing mine over with a lingering kiss that curls my toes and awakens other parts of my body.

“How did you sleep, sunshine?” Drakar guides me over to one of the deck chairs and perches beside me as I move to get comfortable.

“Better than I expected, but I think the water helped.” I stretch languidly across the seat and watch him unconsciously lick his lips. “I suppose there are better travel rituals than coffee and keratin.”

“Like letting your husband give you so many orgasms that you sleep through most of the trip?” he continues conversationally, but the look he gives me over his sunglasses is deliciously heated. “Yes, I thought you might appreciate that more than ingesting copious amounts of caffeine.”

Smiling in satisfaction, I let my eyes linger on him. “Are you referring to the wedding night orgasms, or the ones while we were on the private jet?”

“Yes,” he concurs, giving me another kiss as he goes to plate the food. Taking a relaxing moment, I stretch and gaze around at the landscape, marveling at the vista.

I take in the bay and beyond, where cypress and olive trees decorate chalky cliffs. The sea is a brilliant blue, while the distant bustle of the mainland drifts behind us, providing a pleasant soundtrack to dinner.

Having seen enough postcards and pictures, I can recognize the view of the Aegean, simultaneously familiar and new. On the way to the plane, Drakar mentioned he was planning a romantic honeymoon getaway for us. But this is beyond my expectations.

Never would I have considered he would’ve remembered the wish I had mentioned in passing all those months ago, nor that he would go to such lengths to make my dreams come true.

Yet here we are, planning to sail around Greece. Gulls scout for a late afternoon meal, while the whole world is splashed with vibrant color. Even as Drakar hands me a plate, I can hardly believe everything that has led up to this.

“You know you’re absolutely perfect, right?” I compliment as we eat our meal, and watch the afternoon unfold. “I still have a hard time wrapping my head around everything that’s happened.”

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