Page 45 of Grumpy Orc CEO

A smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he lifts one hand to gently cup my cheek. “And here I was thinking I was just a bad kisser,” he says softly, his tone laced with playful warmth.

I can’t help but laugh, the sound is light and freeing. “Well, you might need some more practice,” I tease back, feeling the last remnants of my fear dissolve.

He leans in slowly, giving me plenty of time to pull away if I want to—but I don’t.

"I've been waiting so long for this Lucy," Jarvin says between kisses. He pulls back and looks me in the eyes, making my stomach flutter with the weight of all the feelings I’ve been trying to suppress.

"I know you have. It just took me a moment to realize not everyone is out to hurt me." My heart races as he holds me against him. The hurt, the pain I experienced; the misunderstanding has somehow still led back to where I need to be.

"I just want you Lucy, I never want to hurt you." Jarvin leans back in, his breath warm on my face and I melt against him feeling the rush of every emotion I've kept tucked away, every moment from the airport to now has led up to this moment, and for the first time in a while, I follow my heart.

In the heat of the moment, everything narrows to just Jarvin and me. He’s standing so close I can feel his breath on my skin. Our eyes lock, and the intensity between us becomes almost unbearable. His hands tighten around me, pulling me closer.

His lips crash onto mine, and a surge of emotion sweeps through me. It's as if every pent-up feeling we've been hiding finally finds release. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent and consuming. I can taste the sincerity in his kiss, the raw emotion that words could never fully convey.

Jarvin’s hands move to my waist, pulling me even closer as our bodies meld together.

Without breaking the kiss, Jarvin begins to lower me onto the couch. His movements are deliberate yet tender, ensuring I feel safe and cherished even in this moment of fiery passion. As my back meets the soft cushions, he hovers over me, our lips never parting.

The couch cushions sink under our combined weight, creating a cocoon of intimacy around us. Jarvin’s hand cups my face gently while his other arm supports him above me. The heat of his body seeps into mine, creating a warmth that spreads through every fiber of my being.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer still, deepening the kiss further. His lips move against mine with a fervor that leaves me breathless yet craving more.

Jarvin's hands glide over my body, removing my clothes with a tantalizing slowness that drives me wild. His lips follow the path of his hands, kissing every inch of exposed skin. Each kiss sends a shiver down my spine.

He pulls my shirt over my head, his lips trailing down my neck and across my collarbone. The sensation is almost overwhelming, a mixture of tenderness and raw desire that leaves me breathless. My hands find their way to his shirt, fumbling with the buttons in my eagerness to feel his skin against mine.

Our movements are frantic yet deliberate, each action fueled by a need that has been building for far too long. The sounds of our panting and gasps fill the room as Jarvin's hands roam over my body, exploring every curve and dip with an intensity that makes my heart race.

He unclasps my bra, letting it fall away as his lips continue their journey downward. Each kiss is a promise, a declaration of the passion we share. My fingers dig into his shoulders as he kisses his way across my chest, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. The need between us is palpable, an electric current that pulls us closer and closer together.

I manage to get his shirt off, running my hands over the hard planes of his chest and feeling the heat radiate from his skin. His muscles ripple under my touch, responding to every caress with a shiver of anticipation. Our eyes meet, and the intensity in his gaze takes my breath away.

Jarvin's hands move lower, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my legs with agonizing slowness. He kisses them as he goes, making me gasp and arch into him. The sensation is almost too much to bear, but I crave more.

We continue to undress each other, our hands exploring every inch of exposed skin with a fervor that leaves no doubt about our need for one another. The room seems to pulse with the energy between us, each touch and kiss adding fuel to the fire.

Finally, we're both free of our clothes, our bodies pressed together in a tangle of limbs and desire. The heat between us is intense, our skin slick with sweat as we move against each other. Every touch sends sparks flying through me, every kiss deepening the connection we share.

Jarvin positions himself above me, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. His touch is gentle yet firm, his fingers trailing down my side as he prepares to enter me. The anticipation is almost unbearable, my body trembling with a mixture of nerves and desire.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice is raw with desire and I'm more than okay.

I nod, biting my lip as I wrap my arms around his neck. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “Please.”

He moves slowly, giving me time to adjust as he enters me. The sensation is overwhelming, a delicious mix of pleasure and fullness that leaves me gasping. My nails dig into his shoulders as I arch into him, every nerve ending in my body coming alive at once.

“Lucy,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. His movements are deliberate, each thrust slow and measured as if he’s savoring every moment. "You're mine.” His voice is gruff and raw and I cling to his words, to him as we move together.

As Jarvin continues to move within me, the need we’ve harbored for each other comes to a head. Every touch, every kiss feels like a promise fulfilled. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.

I can’t help but moan softly, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Jarvin responds with a low groan, his pace quickening slightly as he buries himself deeper within me.

“God, Lucy,” he growls against my skin. “You feel incredible.”

His words send a thrill through me, my body responding eagerly to his praise. I tighten around him instinctively, drawing him even closer as we move together in perfect sync.

The room fades away until there’s nothing but Jarvin and the overwhelming sensation of him inside me. Each thrust brings us closer to the edge, our breaths mingling in a heated rhythm that mirrors our movements.

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