Page 90 of Bound to the Orc Warlord

Dravarr moves over me, his whole body straining to go slow, to make this last. Faint tremors vibrate through his muscles with every thrust. He finally sinks into me, stretching me with the most delicious feeling of fullness, of completion. Magic sparks between us in a tingle of awareness, and his stud springs to life.A little mouth opens over my most sensitive spot, sucking in a flash of pleasure.

I moan, already so close. The heat of his orc seed holds me in a delicious state of prolonged desire. Now the fullness of his cock, the delight of his piercings, and the suck of his stud all build into a marvelous whole.

His dark eyes watch me closely, and he slows even more, drawing each stroke out into a dizzying whirl of pleasure. Dravarr’s scent cuts through the herbs of the bath, filling my nose and mouth with nothing but him. I gulp in lungfuls and lean up to lick the salt of his skin, wanting him to suffuse all of me, wanting to join as completely as two people can. His answering groan reverberates through me.

Another slow thrust, and my knees lift higher on his sides, inviting him closer still. He rocks into me, our bodies coming together in an endless dance of pleasure.

His every touch tells me a story, that I’m wanted, that I’m adored.

Every slow slide of his cock is another line of poetry he writes on my body, an ode to our marriage.

Our love.

I glide my hands up his arms, eager to add my own words to this tale. You’re wonderful, my fingers say, gliding over his wide shoulders. I want you with me always, they whisper, wrapping around his neck. Love me always, they cry, digging into his silky hair.

And he does. Oh, how he does.

I’m erased and rewritten with each thrust, my story only complete when he’s buried so deeply in me I can’t imagine ever separating again.

Dravarr stays deep within me, filling me full, hips pulsing forward in little bursts of delight that make tingles flash throughmy body. His magical stud sucks on me steadily now, building my pleasure until I’m sobbing and clinging to him.

“Love me,” I breathe out.

“I love you,” he answers. “I love you with everything that I am.”

His eyes hold mine as all of that glorious tension releases in an amazing burst of sensation that sweeps through me like a wildfire, setting all of my nerves alight. My mouth opens on a silent cry, too overwhelmed to produce sound.

Dravarr groans, the bass note resounding through me. His hips snap forward, burying him deeper than ever. Hot wetness splashes inside, sending aftershocks through me. He keeps on pulsing forward, and a growing fullness builds and builds until my muscles clench around the new girth of him in another wave of orgasm.

“Oh, god. Whatisthat?” I arch my back, pushing my breasts against him, my nipples delighting in the pressure of his firm muscles.

“It’s my knot.”

A fiery burn spears my chest, and a ripple of magic passes over me, making me gasp.

Dravarr growls and levers upright on one strong arm. His gaze latches onto my chest. “You’re marked.”

“What?” I glance down. A little crescent moon in the same green as his skin decorates my skin in a tattoo.

And he has one, too! “Look at this!” I brush a finger over his, black against the green skin of his chest.

“They’re moon bound mate marks. Only unions truly blessed by the Moon Goddess manifest them.”

My magic rises within me a little, not enough to make me fly, but enough to allow me to hear its song. Echoes of my mother and my ancestors call through it, mixed with the goddess,carried on her power. She’s happy and a little smug, startling a laugh from me.

At Dravarr’s questioning glance, I say, “She blesses our union and wants us both to know she was right all along.”

“The knot of a true mating and mate marks as well.” He gives a wry smile, one corner of his lips curling up from his tusk. “We’re perfect for one another. We were always meant to be.”

He shifts, his knot tugging at my entrance and sending more aftershocks through me. One huge hand palms my butt and holds me close as he rolls over onto his back, bringing me with him. The knot pulls, moving inside so I feel how much it fills me.

“How long will this last?” My muscles give a little squeeze, and he groans.

“Several hours.” He shoots me a wicked grin. “My body’s not willing to release you yet.”

I relax down onto him, propping my chin on my hands so I can continue to see his face. “Good. ’Cause I don’t want to release you either.”

His thumb strokes my cheek, tracing a little pattern. “I’ve still got freckles to find.”

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