Page 74 of His Orc Lady

I try to get up—because I have to reciprocate this somehow, make him understand how good he made me feel—but my husband releases my hair and places his palm between my shoulder blades.

“Wait,” he rasps. “Just—wait, Mara.”

He pulls his fingers from me slowly, and I twist my head enough to look at him. He’s staring down at me with such hunger, my pussy clenches instinctively. He wraps his wet hand around his cock and slicks my juices all over his length, then shuffles closer, until his thighs are flush with mine. The broad tip of his cock notches at my pussy opening, and then he’s pushing in, my inner muscles fluttering around him.

“Aaah!” He sinks all the way inside, his back bowing from the pleasure. “Gods, you feel good.”

He bottoms out, and I close my eyes because his cockhead reaches right to that spot inside me—and his thick shaft fills me so well, rubbing against the same muscles at my opening that Owen spent the last minutes teasing so well. This is more than I can take, because surely it’s impossible to?—

“Look at me.”

Owen’s low command has me twisting my neck to meet his gaze. He grasps my hips with both hands and withdraws an inch, two, then slams back inside, jostling me on the bed. My eyelids flutter from the pleasure, but I force myself to keep staring at him because he’s so damn handsome, his features harsh as he fucks me like this.

“Don’t stop,” I beg.

He lets out a choked laugh. “I couldn’t—there’s no turning back now, Mara.”

In a quick lunge, he wraps his arm around my middle and pulls me up so I’m almost sitting on his spread thighs. In this position, my weight serves to impale me deeper onto his cock, and I cry out, sparks dancing behind my eyelids.

Owen slides his hand up to my breast and cups it, then pinches my nipple between his fingers. It sends a bolt of pleasure to my core, and I scramble for purchase, needing some leverage.I reach back to grasp the back of Owen’s neck, and we dance together, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

“Touch your pearl,” he commands. “Right now.”

My breaths are coming out as heaving sobs, but I obey him anyway because I want this, I want him—and I love how he understands exactly what I need.

The moment I press my fingers over my pearl, my body jerks in his arms, my pussy contracting around his thick length. He shouts and fucks me faster, all finesse gone now—we’re chasing our release, and I only need…

Owen’s cock pulses inside me, and he roars as his climax hits. He pulls me down hard over his cock, and I swipe my fingers over my pearl once more, pushing myself over the edge. Pleasure radiates from our connection, and I stroke myself through it all, drawing out my climax. Owen groans and tightens his hold on me, his hips twitching up as my pussy milks the cum from him.

“Mara…”

I turn my head to the side and press my lips against the underside of his jaw. I’m beyond words, and my body is growing limp, all my strength leaching out from my muscles.

“This was amazing,” I breathe.

“I think this counts as a wedding night success.” He lets out a low laugh, then gently lifts me off him and lays me on the bed. “This is a good sign, right? Wait here a moment.”

His footsteps recede, but I don’t have the will to turn my head and look where he’s going. My thoughts float away, but when Owen returns with a washcloth, I manage to pry my eyes open.

“This will be cold,” he warns me before he nudges my thighs apart and swipes the cloth between my legs. “Sorry.”

I spread my knees for him and let him clean me. I shiver a little at the touch of the cool fabric, but it’s over soon, and Owen tosses the cloth in the hamper and joins me in bed. I roll over toallow him to pull up the covers, then immediately shuffle closer to him because he’s warm andmineand I need him still.

“Hey.” He kisses my forehead, then takes my chin and lifts it to meet my gaze. “Are you all right?”

My throat is suddenly tight, but I nod anyway, then bury my face in the crook of his arm to hide the tears welling up in my eyes.

“Oh, sweetheart.” His arms come around me, and he holds me close, stroking my back in slow, soothing circles.

He doesn’t ask me to explain—and I couldn’t put everything I’m feeling into words, anyway. I’m simply full of love and affection and gratitude that we’re here, that we’ve found each other and overcame every obstacle to stay together. As I clutch Owen closer, I even feel a rush of pride—for him, because he risked everything and left his home to be with me, and for myself, because I’ve faced my greatest fear to be able to live a full life with him.

As my breathing quiets down, I press a kiss to his chest. “I think I’d like to visit the human lands next year.”

Owen lifts his head to look down at me. “Really? We don’t have to…”

“Aye, I think so.” I put my hand over his heart. “I’d like to see your home. Learn more about your family. If we travel in a carriage instead of on horseback, it might be easier for me.”

I can hear more than see his smile. “You’ve given this some thought, I see.”

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