Page 113 of The Orc Outcast's Miracle

The dark red scabs from his bite were visible at the corner of her eyes. They tingled under the intensity of Govek’s gaze as he examined them. He dipped in and lapped at them with his wet tongue.

Her back arched, and her eyes popped open. Her skin prickled with the intimacy of the gentle teasing of his tongue. The mild sting mixed with zinging pressure drowned out all her rational thoughts.

Oh fuck, it shouldn’t feel this good.

She was going to make him bite her all the time. Her whole body would be littered with his marks.

He was slow, easing his tongue over the injury. He bathed her wound so gently it made the room spin. So slowly, it made her daft. Her head felt like it was full of spun sugar.

He trailed kisses and licks down to her breasts. He yanked the damp covering free and bathed her nipples until she was panting. She squirmed and writhed. Her harsh demands that he hurry up were ignored.

His gaze slid to hers, gold and green and raging fire. She lost her breath.

This male loved her. He wanted her. He would never let her go. She relished that truth as he worshipped her body. Ran his big, calloused hands roughly over her sensitive flesh, down her sides, over her navel.

She moaned as he parted her legs further, delved his fingers into her folds, slipping easily around her slick clit. Electric pleasure danced up her spine, making her body twitch. She burned for him, ached for his touch.

He returned his mouth to hers and drank up her whimpers of pleasure. He pressed the bulge of his cock against her pussy.

He still had his fucking pants on.

She reached around, desperate to get them off. Her fingers slipped and fumbled with the ties—like they always did.

He chuckled into her mouth, flooding her with his spicy taste, the warmth of his amusement. She was drunk off it.

He moved to help her and simply snapped the damn tie off. Her breath hitched as his cock sprang free. She shifted, thrusting her hips to beckon him.

He pressed deep into her in one incredible surge, filling her up, stretching her to her limit. She dug her fingers into his ass, wanting him deeper. Demanding more.

Instead, he forced her to lie down. Her back pressed into the scrolls he’d littered on top of the desk. He put a massive hand in her hair, palm nestled atop her forehead. He held her steady as he withdrew.

She groaned, unable to reach around him at this angle, to hold him. She caressed his chest instead, dug her fingers into his skin. “Govek, please. Harder.”

He hummed with pleasure but set out a deliriously slow pace. She bucked into him as best she could, wrapping her legs around him, digging her heels into his ass, willing him to move.

He gripped her hair and pulled her head back. The sting felt so fucking good but barely compared to the shuddering, rolling, longing that his gaze speared through her.

His eyes were pools of light and warmth. They glittered in the dim of the room. His brows were set with bliss. His lips parted. He looked at her with reverence, worshipping her.

Pleasure danced in her veins. Heat skittered through her stomach as he pressed in deep. So deep.

She couldn’t bring herself to even blink. He caught her up in his slow thrusts, his gentle caresses. His love. It flowed around her in waves. Lapped and churned and built until she was consumed by him.

The tension grew. Her fingers clawed at his chest. The spicy scent of him flooded her senses. He thrust deep, grinding against her clit. Delicious heat flushed her body, rose up the back of her throat.

Her body tightened and his slow, measured thrusts dragged her over the edge. A cry spilled from her lips as ecstasy skittered up her spine, soaked into her head. Tingled across every limb.

Through it all, she didn’t blink, didn’t look away from Govek as he too fell over the edge, drowning in pleasure. His shuddering roar spiking more bliss in her. He moved both hands down to yank her hips close. Pressed deep. She felt totally consumed. Completely absorbed. He touched her soul.

He fell forward, bracing his elbows on the desk as his body continued to shudder in aftershocks. She wrapped him up in her arms, soaking up his warmth. Every time she twitched, he did too.

He nuzzled the side of her cheek, trailing kisses along her jawline, lapping his tongue down her neck. He grazed his lips along the bite mark again. It made her blood sing and her eyes mist, and she turned her head to kiss his ear, murmuring. “I love you, my mate.”

He hissed, groaned. His body shuddered with pleasure that forced him back up as he rained kisses all over her face. “My mate. Mine.”

“Yes. My mate,” she agreed, just to make him squirm again. She relished that she could make this powerful male collapse.

His beaming smile looked so goddamn good on him. She would spend the rest of her life getting him to smile like this. Every day. All day.

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