Page 87 of Bound to the Orc Guardian

I bury my hands in his silky black hair and pull his mouth tight to me. Whatever it is, I’ll love it.

His wet tongue licks over my nipple, his lips going higher until he reaches the upper slope of my breast. His tusks nip and work at me, sensitizing my skin until I arch up into him. Sturrm continues, pleasure coursing through me until I whimper. He pulls away, his eyes hot as they look at the twin mark of his tusks reddening my skin. With a groan, he sucks my nipple back into his mouth, his other hand working at the bra so he can pull it from me.

“You’re so lovely, my bride. My Selena.”

He pushes me back onto the furs so he can peel the leather pants from my hips and legs, taking my new panties with them. Sturrm kisses his way up my calf, alternating between licks and tusk scrapes in a way that sets me on fire.

I’ve never felt so special, so treasured. His every touch goes straight to my heart.

He settles between my legs, and my hands bury in his hair again, tugging and demanding.

“No.” He gives my inner thigh a little nip. “Last time was fast. This one will not be. This time, I will show you precisely how much I love you.”

And he does, driving me wild with long slow licks that bring me to the edge over and over again until I’m writhing and shaking and begging him. “Please. Oh, please, Sturrm.”

“I’ve got you, baby girl. I’m going to make you sing.” His tongue flattens over my sensitive nub, fluttering over it with delicious pressure.

I wail, my hips lifting from the bed as one of the strongest orgasms of my life spirals out of my core to fill my whole body with pleasure.

On and on it goes, his mouth relentless, not letting me come down. Then, just as it’s about to subside, he slathers my inner thigh with moisture, and fire flashes through me anew, his orc seed sending me once again to dizzying heights of delight.

I collapse back onto the bed, barely able to breathe as Sturrm rises to standing in front of me, still fully clothed.

Nope, do not want. My magic flashes outward, stripping him naked in a blink.

This time, instead of looking shocked, he gives me a wicked smile and strokes his swollen erection, using his other hand to gather the creamy fluid that pours from the tip. That hand snags one of my feet, pulling it up to rest against his stomach. He slicks the fluid down my shin, my body shivering with renewed desire.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, my voice a little fluttery.

“I’m coating you with my seed.” He picks up my other leg, repeating his attentions. “I have to do it now, or I won’t get the chance.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m going to knot you all night,” he says, his voice full of heated promise. He reaches out to coat first one thigh, then the next.

My eyes stay on his cock, remembering the size of the swelling at its base. My core clenches. Ay! I can’t wait to haveit filling me up, to be locked to the man I love, as close as two people can get.

I reach toward him, entreating. “Please, Sturrm.”

He leans over me, slicking a wet hand up my stomach and over the peaks of my breasts, fingers teasing my nipples into even stiffer peaks, until I writhe under him, begging for more, fire burning through me.

Then he’s on the bed, over me, his dear face only inches from mine.

I lean up, kissing him with all of my need, all of my love.

He groans into my mouth, a deep resonant sound full of hunger.

“I love you,” he whispers as he slides into me, filling me so full of him and love I’m ready to explode all over again.

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

Sturrm

My bride, my glorious bride, lets me into her body and into her heart. As I slide into her, our joining becomes something magical, something that transcends the physical.

Selena closes tightly around me, all heat and wet and velvet sensation. My stud flickers to life, its magic reaching for her.

“I love you,” I whisper, over and over. “I love you so much. I never knew it was possible to love this much.”

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