Page 73 of Bound to the Orc Warrior

Until there’s nothing else in the world but Wranth and his cock and being as close as two people can be.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Wranth

Naomi.

Her tight core flutters around my cock, the sensation so delicious my balls pull tight to my body, ready to release. But this can’t end. Not yet. I need more of her, so much more.

My bride becomes my anchor, the one true thing in my world.

My whole life I’ve misjudged everything about myself, my parents, about who I am. I’m not the old Wranth, an unwanted orphan. I’m also not yet this new Wranth, a supposed king.

There’s only one thing I’m sure of, and it’s her.

Naomi.

I am Naomi’s Wranth.

My primal self takes over, bringing me to a place where words mean little compared to the reality of our bodies. Herscent surrounds me. Her lush thighs grip my sides. Her every gasp and moan paints the air with her pleasure. There is only the bounce of her full breasts as we move as one, the satiny feel of her lovely skin. I need nothing more than the look of desire in her beautiful brown eyes, her plump lips parted on a cry of delight.

I pull her onto my cock, anchored by the sweet clench of her velvet heat. The desire to bury myself in her takes over, and I plunge into her again and again, each thrust nothing but pure pleasure.

All the magic of my stud pulses for her, touching her, sucking on her sensitive nub, adding to her delight.

I need this. I need her more than air. She is the very beat of my heart.

My moon bound. My bride.

Naomi.

Faster and faster. I need more of her. My cock can’t bear to be anywhere but buried in the wet heat of her core. The bond in my chest vibrates between us, a plucked string pulled tight. The primal part of me hungers for her, longs to knot and claim.

“Oh, god. Oh, Wranth.” Her fingers dig into my skin, catching on my hair as she clutches at my shoulders. And I love it—I love that she needs this as much as I do.

Her scent grows richer, deeper, mingling with the smell of my orc seed. I suck it in with big gulps, my heart pounding in time with my frantic thrusts.

My bride shatters around my cock, her muscles milking me until my tight balls ache with the need to let go and join her.

I grit my teeth, every muscle in my body straining to hold back, to ride her through the full pleasure of her climax.

She deserves everything. She is my all.

One last sweet whimper falls from her sated lips, and that’s it. I can hold out no more.

I pull her quickly off me, then clamp her to me, my cock thrusting between our stomachs.

“Naomi!”

I roar her name to the heavens as lightning sizzles down my spine and through my balls to pour out of my cock in a white-hot burst of pleasure that goes on and on.

I lie on my back on the soft moss, Naomi on top of me. When she shifts, her soft weight presses against my knot, sending an aftershock of sensation through me.

We’ve been quiet, needing nothing more than kisses and caresses to speak body to body.

I appreciate that she’s given me this space, that she understands my primal side’s need for this kind of physical communication.

My bride stirs, her curls tickling across my skin as she presses a kiss to my chest, then looks me in the eye. “How are you feeling?”

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