Page 17 of Tempted By the Orc

I kissed her then, pulling her close, and in that moment, the world around us faded away. It was just the two of us, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s love, as the snow fell gently from the sky.

As Santa and Mrs. Claus disappeared into the night, leaving only the soft jingle of sleigh bells and the distant shimmer of magic in the air, Rue and I stood there, alone in the stillness. The snowflakes glowed faintly under a full moon and star-filled night, and the world lay silent in its beauty. Everything had changed. The weight of what we had just accomplished pressed down on me, but there was a new warmth blossoming in my chest, a sense of something much deeper, much more profound.

I turned to Rue, and for a moment, we simply looked at each other. Her eyes were soft, glistening with unshed tears and emotion, and her lips parted as if she wanted to say something—but words felt unnecessary now. There was a different kind of language between us, one that didn’t require explanation.

The snow continued to swirl lazily between us, dancing in the air and catching the flickering light from the magical lanterns. I didn’t feel the cold, however, all I could feel was her…Her presence, her beauty, her strength, and the overwhelming desire that had been building inside me for days.

I stepped forward, taking her hand in mine. Her skin was cold from the night air, but her touch sent a wave of heatthrough me. I wanted to feel her warmth, her skin, and share this moment in a way that transcended everything else.

“Come with me,” I whispered, my voice rough with the intensity of what I felt. Without waiting for her reply, I gently swept her into my arms. She gasped softly, but there was a smile on her lips as she curled against me, her body fitting perfectly against mine.

The walk back to the cabin felt like a dream. The snow crunched beneath my boots, the firelight from inside casting a soft glow across the path. Rue rested her head against my chest, and I could feel her heartbeat, steady and strong. The world outside could have disappeared for all I cared. Right now, it was just the two of us, and the promise of what was to come.

When we reached the cottage, I pushed the door open with my foot, the warmth from the hearth immediately embracing us as I stepped inside. The fire crackled in the stone fireplace, casting flickers of golden light across the room. Shadows danced on the wooden walls, and the scent of pine and burning wood filled the air.

I set Rue down gently on the sheepskin rug in front of the hearth, my hands lingering on her waist as I looked down at her. Her eyes were wide, filled with the same need I felt coursing through me. I leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against her forehead, then her cheek, and finally, her lips. The kiss started tender, soft, but soon, the fire inside me took over, and I deepened it, pouring every ounce of emotion I had into that moment.

Rue responded immediately, her hands threading through my hair as she pulled me closer. Her lips were soft and warm, and the taste of her—sweet and pure—made me ache with need. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anything. I needed her.

I slowly lowered her down onto the soft fur rug, the crackling fire casting a warm glow over her gorgeous face as I did so. Her winter gown shimmered in the light, and with fumbling hands, I began to undo the delicate pearl buttons, one by one. Each movement felt reverent, like I was unwrapping something precious, something sacred. Rue’s breathing hitched as my fingers grazed her creamy skin, and I felt her shiver beneath my touch—not from the cold, but from the anticipation that had been building between us for days.

Her gown slipped from her shoulders, revealing the soft, pale skin underneath, kissed by the golden light of the fire. I traced my fingers over the curve of her collarbone, her breath catching as I leaned down to press a kiss against the hollow of her throat. She arched beneath me, her body responding to every touch, every kiss, and it drove me wild with desire.

“Noel,” she whispered, her voice a plea that sent a shiver down my spine. “I need you.”

I growled low in my throat, the sound rumbling through me as I leaned down to capture her lips again with mine. This time, there was no restraint. My hands moved over her body, exploring the softness of her skin, the curve of her hips, the delicate lines of her thighs. She was everything I had ever wanted, everything I had ever needed, and in this moment, nothing else existed but her.

I pulled away for a moment, my breath ragged as I looked down at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from our kisses, and her eyes—glistening with need and love—were fixed on mine.

“I love you,” I whispered, the words escaping before I could stop them.

A tear slipped down Rue’s cheek, but she smiled, her hand reaching up to cup my face. “I love you, too,” she whispered back. “More than anything.”

Hearing those words broke something inside me. It wasn’t just desire anymore—it was love, raw and real, and it consumed me. I leaned down, kissing her again, harder this time, my hands moving over her body as I pulled her closer, needing to feel every inch of her against me.

I stood, and slowly, with careful movements, I rid myself of my clothes before her, the cool air briefly touching my skin before the heat from the fire enveloped me again. I settled beside her again on the rug, our bodies pressing together, the warmth between us driving away all remaining cold. The firelight flickered across her skin, casting shadows that made her look even more like the winter goddess she was.

I kissed her deeply, losing myself in her taste, in the softness of her lips, in the way her body fit perfectly against mine. She moaned softly, the sound like music to my ears, and I let my hands and eyes roam freely over her supple breasts and full hips, memorizing every inch of her.

When I finally entered her, it was slow, gentle, as if the world had come to a standstill. Rue gasped, her eyes fluttering closed, and I held her close, letting her adjust to the feel of me. For a moment, we just stayed like that—connected, our hearts beating in unison, our breaths mingling in the warm air.

Then, slowly, we began to move together, our bodies finding a rhythm that was as old as time itself. Each movement sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, and I could feel Rue trembling beneath me, her soft cries of pleasure filling the room. The fire crackled beside us, the only witness to the love we were making, to the way our bodies fit together so perfectly.

I buried my face in her neck, breathing in the scent of her, the warmth of her skin against mine driving me mad with love. I whispered her name, over and over, each time feeling like a prayer, like something sacred. And when she finally cried out, her body tightening around me, I let myself go, the world disappearing as we reached the peak of our pleasure together.

When it was over, we lay there in front of the fire, our bodies tangled together, our breaths still heavy from the intensity of what we had just shared. Rue rested her head on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across my skin as I held her close, my heart still pounding in my chest.

“I don’t want this to end,” she whispered, her voice soft and filled with emotion.

I kissed the top of her head, my hand running through her silky chestnut hair as I held her tighter. “It won’t,” I promised, my voice rough. “We have tomorrow. We have Christmas. And we have each other. Forever.”

Rue smiled, her eyes closing as she snuggled closer to me, her body warm and soft in my arms. “I can’t wait,” she whispered, her voice filled with love.

And in that moment, as the fire crackled softly beside us and the snow fell gently outside the cabin, I knew one thing for certain.

I had found my home. And it was with her.

Epilogue

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