Page 58 of The Orc's Wife

“I was,” he said.

He just let his palms rest on tops of her thighs, and she rubbed her back against him instinctively, a sigh escaping her. His resolve crumbled.

He had wanted to take this slow, soaking up her closeness, safe and calm in the awareness that their enemies were dead.

But he couldn’t. Now that he had her and she wanted him, he couldn’t just relax. He had almost lost her so many times. He had almost lost himself. He had had to reject her to make sure she would live. He had spent weeks being tortured, and while the physical pain had been bad, the worst torture had been the thought that someone could have been hurting her, too.

But she was here now, his Empress, and they both ruled the Empire. They had all the time in the world. And yet, now that he had finally come back to himself and recovered enough, it felt urgent. He needed to claim her again.

Now.

His hands went to her breasts, caressing her nipples, and she arched against him with a moan. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling, as she shivered against him.

She was all his. And she smelled delicious.

Una turned to face him and put her hands on his chest, her fingers brushing against fresh scars. She looked at him, all beautifully blushing and full of heat, and she claimed his lips.

He tried kissing her gently, minding his fangs, but she tore into him with an unsatiable hunger, and soon her lip was bleeding, blood mingling between their tongues.

Urgan growled once and put his hands under her buttocks, lifting her. He stood up, steadied himself, and grinned at the familiar ache in his muscles. He was strong enough to carry her. And to do much, much more.

He laid her down on top of the bed, where a sheet of soft fabric was spread over the furs. He leaned over her but winced when his knee gave a jolt of pain. He pulled back slightly, huffing with frustration.

“What is it?” she asked, raising herself on her forearms.

“The knee,” he answered shortly, angry at his weakness.

“Does it hurt when you’re standing?” she asked, brows furrowed in thought.

Urgan pushed down his frustration, clenched and unclenched his fists now, and took a deep breath. They would work it out. And a bad knee wasn’t a weakness. Just… an inconvenience.

“No. Only when I’m leaning it against something.”

Una shot him a grin and got on all fours, scooting over to the edge of the tall bed. She arched her back, aiming her delicious bottom right at him, and wiggled her butt.

The bed wasn’t tall enough for him to stand behind her comfortably, but for now, it wouldn’t stop him. He bent his good knee, putting the foot on the bed, braced himself against the frame with one hand, and put all of his weight on the good side of his body.

Una’s smell rose to his nose, sharp and musky, instantly making him forget about any obstacles. Here she was, ripe for the taking, her beautiful core dark pink, glistening with arousal.

He hadn’t mated with her for over two month, Urgan reminded himself. Gritting his teeth and focusing all of his self-control, he pushed inside her, so slowly it was driving him mad. She whimpered and moaned but didn’t pull away from him.

When his large head was buried inside her, he stopped himself forcefully from driving into her. He put a hand on her lower back, caressing her skin, and drank in her smell and the tiny, mewling sounds she was making.

His mate. His Empress.

His Una.

He looked at the place where they were joined, he already partway inside her glistening depths, his cock, so hard and aroused it was brown with the blood throbbing under his green skin. Slowly, inch by inch, he pushed further, watching himself disappear inside her.

When he was completely gone, snugly fitting in her tight core, he forced himself to stop again, but his control was wearing thin.

So, he focused on her pleasure instead. Reaching around her hip, he found her nub and touched it, eliciting a wonderful gasp from Una. He worked it gently, and when her gasps turned into moans, he moved, thrusting slowly.

She was so wet, every move became easier and easier, and soon he was thrusting at a steady rhythm, sweat breaking out on his forehead, his fingers dancing over her nub.

Soon, Una tensed under his touch, her body quivering, her moans frantic, and then she was screaming, her voice low and guttural with passion, her body tightening around him in waves, pulsing, drawing him in…

He let go then, allowing his frenzy to overcome him, and thrust into her with fast, powerful movements, his shaft tightening, pleasure coiling in his lower body…

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