Page 58 of The Orc Outcast's Conquest

Govek buried his face in her neck and heaved another gulp of her. His jaw threatened to unhinge. He was losing his fucking mind.

Somehow, she wriggled her heel out of his confines and dug into his calf, trying to break free of him so she could roll her hips into his hand.

Or escape.

Heat speared him. The dark urge to hunt her roared to life, and he barely quelled it.

He firmed his grip on her chin, warning her.

It worked. She froze, groaning, panting harshly. Shivers coursed down her limbs.

“Don’t fight me.” He tried to keep his voice smooth.

“But I want to.”

Fades help him. He bit his tongue until it bled to keep from growling.

“Please, Govek.”

Her pleading almost broke him. The pressure in his groin was agony. The tension of his tight underclothes against his oversensitive cock was maddening. In a blink, he was going to rip the fucking things off and truly lose himself in her.

“Govek,” she groaned, squirming against him. Her voice was like syrup, sweet and dangerous as it swept into every crevice of his mind.

Her head dug into his shoulder as her back arched, her wet hair sliding against his chin. He looked down at her chest. Her nipples were tiny buds. He longed for them to be in his mouth. Firm peaks as he flicked his tongue back and forth over her sweet, hot flesh.

Fantasies he could never make reality.

His chest rose in gasps against her trembling frame. Air wasn’t enough. He wanted to breathe her in.

Miranda’s weight pushed into the center of his chest, right where he was trying to catch his breath, and he lost it a moment. The distraction allowed her to dig her fingers into the back of the hand between her legs and force them down.

To her entrance.

The tips of his fingers dipped into her hot channel.

His eyes flashed wide, and pleasure exploded in his cock as it pulsed against her ass.

The entry of his fingers was so fucking easy.

“Please,” she said, panting. Breasts rising and falling. Nipples taut and beckoning. “Govek.”

He shuddered, pleasure blooming in his gut, spiraling up his spine. Even through the gloves, he could feel how slick she was. How hard she was pulsing.

She was ready to go off.

And this would be over.

And she would realize what she’d given her body to.

Fuck, it was too soon. He wanted more.

He slipped his fingers out of her, relishing the sensation of her tightness easing away. Wondering if he could slow this down. He slid his thumb and index finger against each other, slick despite the water.

For him.

Fuck.

He wasn’t ready. But she was. And he couldn’t pretend he didn’t know that anymore.

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