Page 66 of Secret Twins for the Orc

I suck in a desperate breath and surge up to find his lips again, pressing my mouth and my body frantically to his. I’m overwhelmed with emotion, with desire and peace and love. God, I love this orc.

His tongue slides against mine in a clash of desire, and I arch up into him and shove both my hands down the back of his jeans, wanting to feel his skin against mine as I curl my fingers hard into his tight, round, perfectass. He groans and shoves a hand just as haphazardly into my shirt, pulling my breast out into the cool air and thumbing at my nipple.

“Rhokar,” I manage urgently, speaking into his lips between kisses. “Rhokar, shit—I love you, I love you…” I don’t even think I have any control over my words right now. “I love you so much, it’s frightening.”

He groans, deep and rumbling and desperate, and tears himself back to stare into my eyes, even as he rolls my hard nipple between his fingers. “There’s nothing to be afraid of,” he pants, before leaning down and fanning his hot breath over my breast. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

I whimper, whipping my fingers up into his silky hair as I arch and press myself against his hot, wet mouth. My legs curl firmly around his waist as he sucks, sending waves of pleasure through me, and he groans again before burying his face into my cleavage.

“Fuck, I can smell your desire for me,” he rasps against my skin. “I need you.”

“You have me,” I gasp, and when I feel his fingers twitch against my waist, I realize he may need the same reassurances as I do, so I wriggle and tug gently at his hair until he raises his eyes to meet mine.

“You have me,” I repeat quietly, pouring all my love and sincerity into my voice. “From now until forever, okay? I promise not to go anywhere, if you promise me the same.”

“I promise.” The words are out of him so naturally, as if he doesn’t even need to think about it, and I touch my fingers to his jaw.

We don’t talk again for a long time after that, not with words, at least. Instead we talk with sighs, with groans and whimpers and touches. With lips and tongue and hot breath.

Before I know it, I’m reaching for his thick cock, freeing it from his jeans as he tugs my pants off with a forceful yank, before doing the same with my shirt, and then his own clothing.

When he falls back on top of me, skin on skin, I’m so wound up I’ve completely forgotten that we’re out in the middle of the woods alone as the sun slowly sets. I don’t needto remember that. Rhokar is here, and I trust him.

“There’s no going back anymore,” he says quietly, as he lines himself up at my entrance, and I arch and try to pull him closer. “This is it, Ella. You’re mine now.”

“Yes,” I hiss, both in agreement and in pleasure, as his thick head slides up over my clit and back down. “Yes, yes. I’m yours.”

And then he’s entering me, working his way in with a pleasurable, intense stretch, and we both moan as he bottoms out.

“And I’m yours,” he grits out through a clenched jaw, eyes full of heat as he stares into mine and begins to pump his hips. “I’ve always been yours.”

I gasp, desperately scratching at every inch of his skin I can get to. The two spongy, tusk-like swellings at the base of his shaft grind against my clit with every thrust of his hips, and it doesn’t take long before he shifts just so and my eyes roll shut as he hits that magical spot inside me, sending my body into overdrive. I’m bursting with tension, pleasure rolling through my entire body and building into an overwhelming crescendo, more powerful than anything I’ve ever experienced, even with him. My heart tug, tug, tugs in my chest as his hips pump, pump, pump, and I’m honestly shocked I haven’t come yet, as my pleasure continues to spiral upwards.

“Rhokar,” I moan, “please, please, I need—I need—”

“Does my girl need to come?” His voice is husky with pleasure as he pounds away at me. “Do you need to come, love?”

“Oh my god.” The words aren’t more than a gasp, and my whole body seizes up, trembling right on the edge of something huge. Then he braces one arm more heavily by my head and lifts the other to gently pinch at my nipple. A bolt of electricity zaps immediately through my body, connecting directly to my clit even as he grinds his hips against me, and my eyes roll as a spasm wracks through me.

“Yes,” he groans, “that’s my good girl.”

I’m lost in my orgasm, my cries echoing through the entire forest loud enough to startle birds into the air as I buck up against him, and that’s when I feel him release inside me, spiraling me upwards again just when I was on the cusp of coming down. I cry out desperately, clinging to him for dear life as he roars with pleasure against my neck. His fingers fist in my hair tightly as he rides through his own pleasure, until we’re both gasping, spent messes on the forest floor.

Eventually, I find the strength to run my fingers through his hair, and he lifts his head to gaze at me. His dark eyes are full, and so is my heart.

“So, I guess the next step is marriage,” he says, in all seriousness, and I can’t help but burst into happy laughter at that, delighting in the way one corner of his mouth twitches into a lopsided smile against his tusk.

“You really like to jump into the deep end quick, don’t you?” I tease, even as I squeeze my legs around his hips.

“It’s a problem of mine, yes,” he huffs, leaning down to kiss the tip of my nose before resting at the crook of my neck once more.

I lift my hand to run gently through his hair, and it’s on the tip of my tongue to give him a response, when my eyes finally register the soft, multi-colored blurs of light floating the canopy above us. Blues and pinks and oranges and purples, dancing gracefully through the air, beautiful swirls of glowing light drifting slowly down towards us. I smile, because it’s almost like the forest is gifting us with this light show, as if to show its blessing of our union.

One of the lights drifts closer to me, and I gasp as I stare. Its…a tiny, glowing woman?

“Rhokar,” I whisper, and he lifts his head to look around with awe in his own dark gaze. “What’s going on?”

“They’re fairies,” he answers quietly, sounding reverently shocked. “Spirits of the forest. My mother used to tell me stories of them gracing the canopy at twilight when she was young. But nobody’s seen a fairy in over seventy years…”

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