Page 27 of Bound to the Orc Ranger

Olivia trembles, a delightful flush darkening her cheeks as her mouth falls open on a breathy moan. Her thighs splay wider as she rocks into my touch.

I slip a finger into the wet heat of her, pushing my cream deep, increasing her desire, her pleasure. When I add a second, she clamps around me so tightly I think I might go wild with lust. Olivia rises and falls, undulating on my hand.

“That’s it, my bride,” I say, my voice gone hoarse with want. “Take your pleasure.”

She keens, high and sharp, her back arching as her muscles flutter around my fingers.

“Goddess, you’re so beautiful like this. You’re going to feel so good on my cock.”

The heat from my seed burns through us both. It will take far more than this to satisfy. My moon bound falls forward, her hands gripping my shoulders, her eyes full of desire.

“Rovann, I want you.” Her hands tug at me, urgent. “I want all of you.”

I can deny her no longer.

In one quick move, I flip us until she’s on her back, my body settling between her luscious thighs. The pierced side of my cock slides over her folds, the tip leaking a steady stream of fluid that slickens both of us. The balls of the barbells stroke over her, and the pressure pushes them against me in a wave of sensation.

I brace at her entrance and pause until she looks up to meet my eyes.

“I love you, my Olivia,” I say, sliding into the tight, hot delight of her.

CHAPTERNINETEEN

Olivia

Rovann’s words fill me as much as his cock, his love a presence I feel in my heart, wrapping me in the most amazing sense of belonging.

The past two days have been such a strange mix of emotions, the warm welcome of everyone in the village offset by my constant concern for Rovann. Even being told the healing coma is natural, it’s amazing to have him awake, to feel the solid and warm reality of his body against mine.

I can’t believe he thought I’d be disgusted with how he protected me. He’d been glorious, like an avenging god of legend. This wild new world is violent but vital… and I’ve never felt more alive, especially here in his arms.

He moves deeper, his huge girth stretching me, the line of piercings rubbing like the best “made for her pleasure” extra ever. More of his seed pours into me with each thrust, the aphrodisiac effect leaving me panting and needy with want as desire coils in my core.

Rovann’s so big I worried how he’d fit, but that wonderful fluid slicks me right up. The stretch and push is extreme, riding the edge of pain that tips it over into a stronger sensation. I want it. I want all of him.

I gasp as his next thrust hits a special spot inside, and my muscles tighten as tingling warmth shoots through me.

“Goddess, you feel divine,” he growls, his hips jerking forward. His whole body strains to go slow, to make this good for me. The muscles under my hands hum with leashed strength, the tendons of his neck standing out in sharp relief. Rovann’s long black hair falls around us like a curtain, creating this space that’s just us. His scent surrounds me with leather and male and pine.

He is everything, my love.

My heels hook into the back of his thighs as my knees splay wider. He’s close, so close, to completely filling me.

Rovann pulls back slowly, his Jacob’s Ladder piercings tracing lines of sensation that make me moan.

This time when he pushes forward, the stretch goes on and on, the pressure impossible. I whine, riding the edge of pain, and something soft and warm flicks over my clit, sending a burst of pleasure through me.

“What’s that?” I gasp.

Another flick makes my core clench, squeezing tight around his length.

“It’s my stud.” Rovann levers upright on one hand, and I glance down to where our bodies join.

The large piercing right above his erection glows a silvery blue. No longer a ball, it stretches outwards, a little tongue lapping at me. Heat sizzles through me at the sight, compounded by seeing his huge green cock stretching me wide. We are as close as two people can get, with only another inch of him to go.

I want all of him. My heels dig in, pulling, demanding. The stud licks and licks, and I shudder as pleasure coils tighter.

With one last movement, Rovann buries himself all the way inside me, hitting deep in a sharp pulse of pleasure that makes me scream. I flutter around him as he grinds into me, the stud working my sensitive nub as the orgasm crests, keeping it from subsiding fully.

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