Page 7 of Bewitching the Orc Chief

I hissed in pleasure as she stroked me, pumping my length with practiced strokes. Pre-cum beaded at the tip. With a wicked smile, she swiped her thumb across it and brought it to her lips. I watched, mesmerized, as she licked the digit clean.

Fuck.

I pinned her wrists above her head in one large hand. The gesture earned me another throaty laugh, one that morphed into a moan as I rocked my hips against hers. My cock slid along her folds, coating my shaft in her arousal.

“How badly do you want this?” I rasped, sucking a bruise into her throat. “How badly do you want my cock inside you?”

“Don’t tease.” She writhed beneath me, arching toward the contact. “Osen, please...”

“Please what?” I pressed just the tip inside her, groaning at how hot and wet she was. So fucking ready for me.

Miranda keened, pushing forward. I rewarded her with another shallow thrust, stretching her deliciously. But she needed more, and I would not last long. I ached to plunge deep inside, to feel her clenching around me.

I dipped my head to suck her nipple between my teeth, flicking my tongue across the hard peak. She whimpered, muscles trembling. I knew exactly how she felt. I was drowning in her, falling under the spell of her pleasure. Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed except us.

I eased deeper, savoring the sensation of her body yielding for me. Inch by inch, I sank into her slick heat until she took all of me. Until our hips met, and she whined my name.

“Fuck,” I panted, fighting the urge to pound into her. She felt perfect. Like she was made for me. Like her body had been waiting to take every inch of me.

“So big.” Her voice came out strained. She rolled her hips experimentally, testing the limits. Her eyelids fluttered shut, lost in the sensation. “Holy shit.”

With a groan, I rolled my hips back before filling her again. And again. Long, deep strokes that dragged shudders from us both. I watched her face contort in ecstasy, committing the look to memory. Every gasp and moan made my balls tighten. She was stunning like this, and it was all for me.

“You feel fucking incredible,” I breathed, releasing her wrists to slip my hands under her ass. I tilted her hips upward, changing the angle. “Taking my cock so well, sweetheart. Look at you, stuffed full and begging for more.”

She threw her head back, lips parted in a soundless cry. My name tumbled from her lips like a prayer, over and over, until it dissolved into incoherence. Pleasure raced through my veins, drawing tighter with every thrust.

“Scream my name.” I drove deeper, harder, claiming her with each stroke. “Let everyone know who you belong to.”

Miranda’s fingernails scored down my back, drawing a feral snarl. She bucked against me, matching my rhythm stroke for stroke. Her pussy gripped me like a glove, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

“You’re mine, Miranda.” I captured her mouth in a brutal kiss. “No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to see you like this. Just me.”

“Yes.” She choked out the word, writhing under me. “Please, Osen! Please, I need?—”

“I know what you need.” I sucked another bruising kiss into her throat, tasting sweat and musk and sex. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

One last hard thrust sent her over the edge. Her spine bowed, hands scrabbling for purchase on the sheets. Ecstasy flashed across her face as her orgasm ripped through her.

Seeing her fall apart beneath me was all I needed. With a roar, I slammed into her once more and buried myself deep. Blinding pleasure crashed over me, stealing my breath as I came harder than I ever had in my life.

We collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs. I rolled to the side, pulling Miranda with me so she sprawled across my chest. For several long moments, the only sound was our ragged breathing as we came down from our shared high.

“That was... incredible,” I murmured against her skin, inhaling her intoxicating scent of rosemary and citrus. My fingers traced lazy patterns along her spine as she nestled closer.

“Understatement.” Miranda hummed contentedly, looking every bit as blissed out as I felt. “You’ve ruined me.”

Pride swelled in my chest. If anyone deserved to be spoiled with multiple orgasms, it was the goddess in my arms. I couldn’t wait to worship her body again. And again. Over and over until I memorized every curve and sigh.

Mine.

Maybe the elders weren’t completely wrong about everything. Maybe fate had guided me here, to this moment. To my mate.

Miranda’s breathing slowed, her body going slack against mine. A soft smile played on her lips as she drifted off, and I pulled her closer, savoring her warmth.

After a few minutes, I shifted to grab the blanket. She didn’t stir. Not even a twitch. Frowning, I touched her shoulder.

“Miranda?”

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