Page 58 of Bound to the Orc Renegade

His words flip a switch inside my body, like he holds the controller and I’m his player, doing his will.

Pleasure, hot and sharp, spirals out of my clit in a wash of tingling that sets all of me alight.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Krivoth

The feel of my bride shattering as she rubs against my cock is the sweetest of tortures. My aching member longs for me to lift her just that little bit higher, to impale her on my length here and now. Even though I just came in her hot little mouth—and what a treat that was—I already crave her again.

By the goddess, Taylor on her knees willingly servicing me was the most erotic moment of my life. She’d been so eager to please, so ready to give herself over to me. I’d never felt more powerful.

The excitement of it fills me anew, and I grit my teeth, using all of my warrior discipline to hold back from taking her right this very second. She’s given herself to me, mine to do with as I will, and I choose to woo her.

First by tasting her.

The irregularly shaped pool provides an ideal location. I lift her from the water and set her on the edge, spreading her legs wide to bare her sweet sex. A broken-off column sits below her in the water, two feet away from the wall. When I sit and lean forward, my mouth reaches right between her legs.

I pull her foot to me, licking up the side of her ankle in a way that makes her squirm.

“Krivoth!” My name escapes as a breathy little gasp.

I love it. I will make her say it exactly so a million times. Then I’ll make her scream it a million more.

I nip at the soft skin of her calf with my tusks, then soothe the abraded flesh with my tongue. “You have skin softer than the finest of silks. I could spend an eternity touching you, and it wouldn’t be enough. It will never be enough.” I haven’t even had her yet, and I can tell.

Her beautiful brown eyes watch me with dazed delight, as if pleased but also unable to believe I could feel such.

I will simply need to convince her I speak the truth.

My mouth shapes her knee, exploring its every divot before I let myself drift higher to the true bliss of her inner thigh. The smooth expanse of tan skin beckons, and I suck and lick at her until she gasps, panting with want. My tusks leave slightly reddened marks on her, and the sight almost undoes all of my control. She ismine. Mine to please. Mine to praise.

One good pump of my cock, and I scoop up a handful of seed to rub into her sweet skin. Even the water can’t dilute its aphrodisiac properties, and her pupils dilate as she stares at me and bites at her lower lip in a way that drives me wild.

A growl rumbles from me as I turn my attentions to her other foot, sucking her tiny tan toes into my mouth and making her whole body jump.

“Oh, god. No one’s ever! That’s so hot!”

A dark chuckle escapes me. I love seeing her like this, so caught by lust she can barely speak. She wishes to experience the joy of being alive? I will give her such pleasure the only word she can utter is my name.

I lick my way up her leg, marking her with my tusks as I go. My bride enjoys it, I can tell. When I reach her inner thigh, I give it a nip. “Spread your legs for me.”

Taylor’s cheeks redden with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. Yet she has nothing to be embarrassed about. Her sex is as lovely as the rest of her. A thin strip of shortened brown curls does nothing to hide her from me. She’s as tiny here as anywhere, the delicate lips of her sex opening on a small entrance. I spread her wide with my fingers, and she gasps, one hand rising as if she’d cover herself.

“None of that.” I nip at her hand with my tusks until she removes it. “You will never hide yourself from me, do you hear? You are beautiful, and I will look my fill.”

She sighs.

“Say it,” I command, the thrill of it hardening my cock. “Say you know you’re beautiful.”

My bride smiles, and the joy of it pierces my heart. “I’m beautiful.”

“Now pinch those pretty nipples for me.”

Her hands leap to do as I say, cupping her sweet breasts so she can pinch her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. My bride’s mouth falls open with pleasure, and the sweet scent of her arousal perfumes the air.

“Good girl.” And with those words of praise, I spread her even wider and flick my tongue over her sensitive pearl.

She sucks in a sharp breath, only to let out a little whimper, the sound driving me wild. I lick again and again, until she makes it continuously and squirms, her little heels digging into my back.

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