Page 29 of Bewitching the Orc Chief

“I love you too,” I whispered.

The words felt right, settling into place like the final piece of a puzzle. This wasn’t just the mate bond talking. Somewhere along the way, I’d fallen for the orc himself. His strength. His kindness. His dedication to protecting the ones he loved. Even when he pushed too hard, he did so out of love and respect.

This man saw me, really saw me—and accepted me completely. Demons and all.

“I love how grumpy you are in the mornings before your first cup of coffee.” A smile tugged at my lips. “I love watching you with Torain, seeing the bond between brothers. I love the way you make me laugh ten thousand times a day.” My hand slid down to rest over his heart. “I loveyou, Osen Axebreaker. All of you.”

Osen captured my lips in a searing kiss. He claimed me, explored me, tasted me with agonizing thoroughness. His tusks pressed gently against my skin, their ridges rubbing just right as he deepened the kiss.

I whimpered when he pulled back, chasing his lips. The smile he gave me was pure male satisfaction.

“Mine,” he growled. His hands slid down my sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake. “Say it again.”

“I love you.” I leaned into his touch, drunk on his nearness. I loved the warmth of his body. The scrape of his calluses on my sensitive skin. “I love you, I love you, I lo—oh!”

Osen’s mouth latched onto my neck, right over my claiming mark. His tusks added to the sensations, scraping deliciously across my skin. My knees buckled, but his powerful arms kept me upright.

“Osen,” I gasped. “Please.”

With a growl, my mate scooped me into his arms. In three long strides, he carried me to our bedroom and tossed me onto the bed. I bounced once, laughing breathlessly.

Osen covered me a heartbeat later. He pinned my hands above my head, leaving me helpless as his lips moved over my skin. Warmth pooled low in my belly. Each brush of his tusks over my neck had my hips arching in search of friction.

“Patience, sweetheart.” The gravelly rasp sent a shudder racing down my spine. “We’ve got all night.”

All night, and the rest of our lives. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His bulge pressed against my aching core, sending pleasure surging through my veins.

I reached for the laces of my dress, but Osen knocked my hands aside. “No,” he growled. Those massive fingers plucked at the knot with surprising dexterity, easing the tension that held the bodice together. “Let me.”

He made quick work of the laces and shoved the fabric aside. Cool air kissed my heated flesh as he revealed the bare curves of my breasts.

Osen dipped his head, teasing kisses across my collarbone. One broad hand spread across my stomach, calluses rough against my soft skin. I squirmed, seeking contact, but he held me still as he tortured me with featherlight touches.

By the time he finally reached my breasts, I was ready to climb out of my skin. Tension coiled within me, winding tighter and tighter as Osen worked me into a frenzy. Only his strong hands kept me pinned while he worshipped every inch he exposed.

Desire thrummed in my veins. I wanted to drag his shirt off, shove my hands into his pants. Instead, he sucked one nipple into his hot mouth and pinched the other, sending bolts of electricity straight to my core. I bucked against him, wordlessly begging for more.

The corners of his mouth curved up wickedly. His free hand traveled down, tracing delicate patterns across my stomach and thighs. Goosebumps broke out across my skin as he drew maddeningly close to my aching pussy.

“Please,” I groaned. I needed more. Needed to feel his fingers inside me. Stroking me. Fucking me. Making me scream his name as I shattered.

The tip of his middle finger brushed my clit. Another jolt of pleasure ripped through me.

“Please,” I gasped, reaching for his belt. “Fuck me.”

Osen caught my hands easily, trapping them above my head. His nostrils flared as he scented the air. A predatory grin spread across his face. “You smell divine,” he rumbled. “So wet for me already.”

Oh goddess, he was going to take his time with me. That realization alone had me panting harder.

Slowly, he worked his way down my body. By the time he settled between my legs, I was ready to explode. The slight pressure of his fingertips tugging my panties off sent shivers of anticipation racing through me.

Osen’s fingers traced the length of my slit, spreading me open. Then his mouth closed over my aching clit, and the world exploded into a haze of white-hot pleasure.

My hips rose off the bed as he sucked and licked without mercy. When his tongue dove inside my aching pussy, I thought I’d come apart right then. Every flick of his tongue brought me closer to the edge. Each graze of his tusk made my magic sing.

When two thick fingers plunged into me, I went crashing over the edge. Pleasure roared through me, drowning out the rest of the world. Waves of bliss pulsed through my core, setting my nerve endings ablaze.

My cries echoed through the room as Osen continued fucking me with his fingers. He brought me to another peak withpracticed ease, his tongue circling my clit in torturous circles. Stars exploded across my vision, and my bones dissolved into molten heat.

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