Page 57 of The Orc Outcast's Conquest

Different? Different from what?

Was she referring to him being an orc? His stomach churned. Her eyes were open again. If she tipped her head, she would see him.

“Lower. Like this,” she said, pushing his hand down. She forced his palm to press hard into the top of her folds and separated his index and middle fingers.

Moved them to her entrance.

Govek resisted, muscles tensing, even as his cock twitched with want.

It was far too soon for that. She couldn’t possibly be ready.

He wasn’t either. He wasn’t ready for this to be over.

Her resistance was puny, and he swirled his fingers up to graze through her folds again.

“Too much,” she hissed.

He froze as the honeyed smell of her arousal dimmed. The water chilled the flames licking through his veins.

What had he done wrong? She’d been begging for this a moment ago.

“Lower,” she demanded, eyes opening wider. She pushed him downward again, arching her neck.

He gritted his teeth, wishing he could feel more passed the leather gloves. “Eyes closed, Miranda.”

She whimpered and hesitated.

“Closed,” he almost begged.

“It’s too dark,” she said. The trembling in her voice cut him.

Too dark?

“I . . . don’t want to be alone.”

She didn’t want to be alone? What the fuck did that mean? Was his hand on her not enough? Could she not feel his cock throbbing against her back? His guts twisted with indecision.

He couldn’t let her see him. He knew it would ruin it, but he couldn’t force her to do something that caused her distress, either.

Clenching his teeth, Govek grazed her nipple one last time, earning another bliss racked whimper, before moving his hand up to her chin, slipping his fingers around her cheek and ear to keep her head in place.

“Ooh,” she whimpered as he tipped her head away from him. She squirmed against his grip and brought her knees up.

Fuck, he couldn’t have her fighting him in this. He adjusted his legs over hers, holding them in place and apart. She squirmed and wriggled.

The moment he had her pinned, the honeyed fragrance swelled to dizzying heights as her desire bloomed. It clouded every space of his mind. His instincts roared to life like never before.

Her legs jerked against him, sending erotic need blazing down his spine. He wanted to cage her like she was his prey, hold her down, tighten his grip until she couldn’t even twitch.

Take her like the beast he was, hard and fast and ruthless.

His mind blazed, ripped apart at the conflict warring behind his eyes. He could not give into his urges. He would ruin this.

Miranda’s gasps and moans were too sweet. Her fucking scent was everywhere. Thick and needy. He craved it, pushed for it. Dug fingers into her core again to force it higher. Her hips bucked as two digits skirted passed her entrance despite her hands pushing at him to enter.

“Why?” she whined, though he had no idea what she meant and any elaboration she might have given was cut off with a whimper as he swirled his fingers again. Lighter. Circling wide instead of flicking. “Oh, yes. That’s good.”

She was so blissfully transparent. So eager. He didn’t have to rely on the scent of her arousal to know she was burning for him.

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