Page 76 of The Orc Outcast's Conquest

“Isn’t that the point?”

He made a strangled sound that was alarmingly close to a whimper, and her body went still. “Govek?”

“Give me...” He growled into her ear again, and it only made the ache worse. She shifted her legs, forcing his cock to glide between her ass cheeks. He groaned.

She’d nearly turned so she could see his face, read his expression, when his grip snapped to her shoulders and stopped her. She fought, but he held firm.

“Govek? Why can’t I face you?”

“Can’t . . . ruin this.”

“Ruin it how?” Frustration born from sheer desperation made her stomach clench. He didn’t answer, and she tried to turn around again.

“Woman, be still,” he threatened harshly, “or I will blindfold you.”

Oh fuck.

He tensed at her quickened breath and pleading moan. “That was athreat, woman.”

“Not a very good one.” Her voice was so husky she almost didn’t recognize it.

He huffed, breathing hard. Working for composure.

Miranda whispered. “Please, Govek?”

He shuddered behind her, his mouth grazing her ear as he rasped, “Fuck, woman. Don’t tempt me. Ican’t. I cannot risk...”

“You can’t risk what?”

He tensed. His hands on her shoulders were trembling. It dawned on her then.

He said he wasn’t a virgin, but he’d never been kissed. He put on gloves before touching her and he’d rather blindfold her than risk her looking at him.

What the fuck had the woman he’d been with done to his self-esteem?

She brought her fingers to his gloved hand and stroked it.

“I know what you are, Govek.”

His breathing was ragged, and she took his hand between both of hers. She pressed a kiss to his palm, tasting the leather and wishing it was his skin. “Wearing these won’t make me forget you’re an orc.”

Govek jerked to pull away, and she held firm, stopping his retreat with another lingering kiss. “Even at my back, I can feel how strong you are.” She moved to his wrist and nipped at his rapid pulse. “I can’t see you, but I can sense you looming over me.”

She eased the glove off, following it with her lips and tongue, enjoying the salty taste of him. The warm spicy scent. Govek shuddered. His cock twitched against her back.

“These gloves can’t protect me from your claws, Govek. And I don’t need them to feel safe with you.” She trailed her lips up his fingers and he started huffing out harsh breaths against her ear, heating her tender flesh. “You saved me from the saber cat. Kept me fed. Gave me the clothes off your back. Held me until I was sane when I panicked. Never, not even once, have I ever been afraid of you, Govek.”

He groaned and shivered, then buried his nose in her hair and breathed deep. Delicious skitters of pleasure shot down her spine.

Miranda sucked his index finger into her mouth and laved her tongue right over the nail where his claw was hidden away.

“Miranda,” he snarled against her neck, his tusks nipped her tender skin right below her pulse. She sucked harder and moved on to the next finger, bathing him with her tongue. She kissed every inch and eased the other glove off while he trembled.

His raw groan burst heat in her stomach and made her core pound with need. She writhed. Bucked her hips back into his rock-hard cock and he choked.

“Fuck, woman.” He removed his hand from her mouth with a pop, and for a second, she thought he would pull away. That she’d pushed him too far. But then he wrapped his hands around her thighs and ground into her.

Oh, shit. The hard length of him was so hot it made her pant.

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