Page 93 of Bound to the Orc Renegade

“Wait.” Taylor’s little hands clutch my shoulders, and I settle back onto my knees. Her beautiful brown eyes meet mine, and so much warm emotion shows in them my heart stops. “I know I was scared of marriage, but I’m not anymore. A goddess matched us! More importantly,you’vemade me believe in marriage and happily ever afters. I love you, Krivoth.”

Her words fill me with elation, seeping into the cracks in my soul and soothing my heart. I’ve never felt more whole.

“My Taylor, I cherish your words. I will strive every day to be worthy of your love.”

“No, none of that.” Tears sheen her pretty eyes as she cups my cheek. “There’s no ‘proving’ your worth with me. There’s just loving me. That’s all I need. You’re all I need. You’re enough, Krivoth, just as you are.”

Joy, incandescent and beautiful, lights my whole world, shines from her with the power of a thousand suns. In only a handful of words, she’s given me the greatest of gifts, the unconditional love of her whole heart.

I crush her to me and take her mouth again, needing to taste her sweetness, needing to feel all of her to know this moment is real.

This time when I stand, I hold her to me, unwilling to let her go for even a moment as I stride for the bedroom. I continue to kiss her, deep, consuming kisses that demand everything. My cock pulses in my pants, already making orc seed, already aching to be inside her.

Her mouth opens for mine, her heart in her eyes, as she offers me her love and all that she is. I’m a glutton, who will feast and never get enough, but she is one enchantment I need never escape.

She is life. She is all.

She ismine.

I lay her down on the furs covering the bed, and they are our furs, the ones I have loved her on before, the ones that carry our combined scent. I draw it deep into my lungs, mixing it with the fresh smell of her.

Patience eludes me. I want to tease her forever, give her so much pleasure she loses all other language but my name. Yet I also want hernow.

I compromise by ripping the shirt open with my tusks, baring her sweet breasts to me. I drag the fabric down her arms using only my mouth. Then I take my time.

“Krivoth!” My name falls so sweetly from her lips when said in need. I will hear it again. Her hands tangle in my unbound hair, holding me to her as I drag my tusks over the slope of first one breast, then the next. Marking them for all to see, not that I can bear to think of anyone else seeing her naked. The communal baths are going to be an issue for a while. A feral possessiveness grips me when it comes to her.

Around and around, I tease her soft skin without touching her nipples. They’ve hardened into sharp little peaks, begging for attention almost as much as the begging falling from her lips.

“Please, Krivoth,” my bride chants, writhing below me. “Please, please, please.”

Finally, I lick over one nipple, loving the taste of her, loving the sharp gasp of her inhale as her back bows off the bed even more. I could drown in this, in the heady feeling of giving her pleasure, and die a happy man.

Sucking the other breast fully into my mouth, I pluck at her wet nipple, pinching it until she squirms.

My hips grind into the bed, the pressure on my cock good but nothing compared to how she’ll feel.

I drag my lips, tongue, and tusks down her stomach, feeling the muscles flutter the closer I get to her pants. I long to rip the leather from her, but doing so might hurt her tender flesh, so I settle for shredding the laces with my tusks, then hooking them into the waistband to drag them slowly down.

She lifts her sweet little ass off the bed to aid me, and I peel the leather from her thighs, exposing the small tuft of curls covering her sex. My moon bound wears no underwear to impede me, and while glad of it, I also miss the purple lace that cupped my hand so sweetly the first time I touched her. Thankfully, the laundry will return from the cleaning stone in the morning. I will have her walk around in the panties and nothing else.

Her shoes stop me for a moment, until I unlace them to free her little feet. Then I grip the leather with my tusks again and finish what I started, pulling the pants all the way off. I crouch there, looking up her naked body.

“My bride, your beauty undoes me.” I lift her foot to kiss the inside of her ankle, the movement opening her leg enough to give me a teasing glimpse of her sex. I lick along her calf, loving the way it makes her bow-shaped mouth open on a gasp. “You are the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen or will ever see.”

A tiny frown pinches her brow, and I nip at the inside of her knee. “None of that now. You cannot doubt my words. I will find you beautiful until the moment I draw my last breath. Your silky soft skin, your sweet little curves, that mouth—they are all bewitching. But you know what’s most beautiful about you? Your heart, your joy, your love for life.” I press a kiss to her thigh. “Your love for me.”

“Oh, Krivoth.”

“They are eternal, as is my devotion.” And with that, I spread her thighs and lick from the bottom of her sex to the top, flicking my tongue over her sensitive nub. Her taste explodes across my tongue, and my moan joins hers. I’m starved for her, her taste, her pleasure. “There you are. There’s my good girl.”

She shivers, her pupils dilating, and the sight drives me wild.

I plunge my tongue into her, lapping up her juices. “So ready, so wet for me.” I tease around her entrance. “Are you going to come for me like a good girl?”

Her head bobs in a shaky nod, her teeth biting at her lower lip.

My hand glides up her other thigh, lifting her leg out to the side to open her farther. Dark red flushes her sex, her smell ripening. I breathe deep, pulling her essence into me. “My beauty, how you glow for me here, so ready for my love.”

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