Page 88 of Bound to the Orc Warlord

Instead, he lifts off me to rub creamy fluid over one butt cheek, and fire flashes through me, every nerve of my body singing a song of want.

He continues his slow torture. His lips whisper across my skin, his tusks scraping in a way that makes me shiver. Long fingers slip between my thighs, and I spread them wider for him, so ready to be his in every way.

This man I love. This man who loves me. Myhusband. The word sends a giddy rush through me.

Slowly, he teases my lower lips, spreading my wetness and adding more of his seed until I’m trembling with need.

“You’re so wet, my bride,” he groans into my skin, his tusks nipping at my back. “So ready for me.”

“Yes, I’m ready!”

“I don’t know. I think I’m going to have to make certain.” A dark chuckle as a finger swirls around my entrance. “There are still so many freckles…”

Dravarr slips a finger inside me in a rush of pleasure, and my muscles clamp around it, demanding more.

“So tight,” he whispers into the skin of my lower back in a strangled groan. “So gloriously tight.”

His careful exploration continues, lips dancing over my skin. His finger dips and probes, feeling my every reaction, lingering wherever it feels best.

I whimper, panting as I grab fistfuls of fur. I can’t stop moving, undulating as he continues his slow assault on my senses. It’s sheer torture.

And I wouldn’t stop a single second of it.

Every careful caress, every freckle kissed—I’ve never felt so seen, so adored. Even as my body quivers with want, my heart aches at the sweetness of it all.

He turns his hand palm down and curls his fingers forward, touching that special spot inside he found before.

“Oh!” A pulse of pleasure shoots through me. “Oh, Dravarr.”

Again and again, he strokes it until I cry out with each touch, little wordless sounds of pure joy. The tension in my core tightens, driving me higher and higher without quite reaching the top.

“Come for me, my bride.” Dravarr licks my butt cheek in a hot, wet glide. “Come for me, my love.”

My heart soars. His words send me up over the edge, exploding into a bright firework of an orgasm, the sparkles spreading outward in a blaze of love and delight.

CHAPTER FIFTY

Dravarr

My bride’s high cries of pleasure burn through me, her sweet core pulsing on my fingers in a wild dance. I can’t wait to feel her come exactly like this while buried inside her.

I ease my fingers out and wrap them around my straining cock, fisting out a generous handful of seed. Rubbing it over her beautiful, thick buttocks, I nip at the back of her thigh.

Freckles cover her in constellations, begging for me to draw their connecting lines. An untold wealth of them waits, new ones constantly appearing every time I look. I could study her for a lifetime and never find them all, a galaxy of complexity and beauty written upon her skin.

I won’t get to them all, not today. But I vow to continue my careful perusal over the coming days, leaving not a single bit of her untouched, unkissed. My beautiful, amazing bride.

My love.

Ashley’s muscles stretch and move languidly as I roll her over and spread her legs wide. Licking the back of one knee, I watch her face, loving how expressive it is. I store away every reaction, every hitch in her breath, every tremble that tells me all I need to know about what she likes best.

My moon bound deserves every bit of pleasure I can wring from her sweet body.

“I love you like this.” I drag my thumb across her lower lip and growl when she flicks her wet little tongue over it. Her red hair spreads across my furs in a glorious corona around her face. “Already soft from one orgasm, but ready for so many more. You’re bewitching.”

Her lovely green eyes widen. “I don’t think I have that kind of magic.”

“You don’t need magic to enspell me.” I caress her lush breast in a tease, her nipple hardening and begging for attention. Tweaking it until she gasps, I say, “All you need offer is you, and you’ve caught me forever.”

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