Page 75 of Guarded By the Orc

Yes, the best one ever.

When we were inside our bedroom, Rudgar laid me down on the bed, but stayed standing over me, his hand sliding across my cheek in a gentle caress. I scrambled up to reach him, but he shook his head, sliding a finger down my cheek toward my neck.

Confused, but eager for contact, I stayed still under him, enjoying the gentle touch. “I’m ready for my prize,” I whined, even as I arched my chest, wanting his fingers on me.

He kept his touch slow and even, nowhere near where I wanted him—neededhim.

“We can savor later,” I insisted, grabbing his hand and struggling to tug it toward my breast. He was immovable.

He stayed silent, leaning down to press his lips to mine. I grabbed one of his tusks, yanking him against me, but he kept the kiss sweet and soft. After a few butterfly-soft touches of our lips, I melted into the bed, hypnotized by him.

This was the best kiss of my life. It was in the way his strong hands ran through my hair, holding me like I was the most precious thing in the world to him—loved above everything else.It was in the way that he couldn’t stop kissing me, telling me everything I needed to know with his lips. And it was in the way our shared breath told me that we were going to share everything from now on.

I’m going to marry this male.

I knew it in every bone of my body. I looped my arms around his neck, and he leaned into me, finally settling his body over mine, making room for himself between my legs until we were so tight against each other, I didn’t know where I started and where he ended.

His heart thumped against mine, and mine pounded back, letting him know that I wanted everything he was offering me. He pulled away, and I met his deep blue gaze, staring up at him with my heart too full to speak.

The silent message he was sending me was received. We could have lost each other today, but we hadn’t. We were still here, and we would take the time to appreciate what was in front of us. What was ahead of us.

He swept his thumb over my cheekbone, his eyes thoughtful as he surveyed my face and I did the same to him. This face was the last one I would see every night and the first one I would see in the morning for the rest of our lives.

He lowered his head again, and I absorbed the feel of him. The scratch of his beard against my cheek and lips. He started slow, just his mouth again, but then he buried his big palm under me to press my back upward, arching me against him. My lips parted and the kiss transformed into something else—something hotter.

His soft grunt caused my nipples to pebble and my legs to tighten around him. I was surrounded by his alluring scent and he clenched a fist in the hair at the back of my neck, arching me toward him, making my pussymeltfor him.

I’m so wet I can slide across the floor.

There was a spark inside every single one of my nerve endings. I was shaking under him, and his hips bucked against me, telling me he was exactly where I was. He was a hair’s breadth from the end of his control.

He pulled away from me, his lips swollen and kissable. His breath was pumping out of him, and it was everything I could do to not come just from the way he looked.

Fucking delicious.

Especially if he kept rubbing that huge cock against me the way he was. With a chest-deep moan, he buried his face against my throat, nibbling until he made his way to where I wore his mark with pride.

He nuzzled it, giving it a nip and then inhaled deeply against my skin. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist, a throb of pleasure making its way through me.

Everything about my male was hard. Achingly hard. Deliciously hard. His calloused palm ran down my back, gripping my ass and pulling me hard against him. I squirmed under him, twisting against the pleasure that was prickling across my senses and he groaned into my mouth as he kissed me again.

It was less of a kiss now, more of a ravaging. Everything escalated from there. Kisses became drugging aphrodisiacs that sent us into a spiral as we sipped at each other, needing more. The sounds that he was making were driving me insane. Soft groans when I touched him. Sharp hisses when he rubbed his huge cock against my pussy and the tightening of his fingers against me. I knew he was marking me there too. My hips, my sides, my breasts.

Everything was his, and I wanted to see it—tofeel it.

Our clothes were next, lost in a frenzy of lust, ripped from our bodies until I was pressed against him, skin to skin. We shared a moan of gratification over the touch, but we couldn’t releaseeach other long enough to look.

I appreciated my male, running my hands over his ridiculously defined muscles, strong and solid like a tree. I lost track of time as my fingers ran over him, until he was panting against my throat.

“I have to fuck you, Gul-ar,” he demanded, and I nodded, knowing we would have time for more later. Time to savor and time to cherish. Now, we just needed to feel ourselves together so we knew we were okay. Safe and alive.

Still, Rudgar was nothing if not thorough, and his fingers made their way to my nipples, pinching them until I was a soaking wet mess under him. Then he moved to my clit, circling it for a long moment until I lost my breath.

One solid thrust of two of his huge fingers inside my pussy and then he notched his cock there, sucking those fingers into his mouth for a taste. I was overheating—desperate for him.

“Fuck me,” I gasped, clinging to him as the first nudge pushed the head in. I was soaking the sheets under us, so wet I was almost certain I was going to be dehydrated after this.

I rocked against his cock, the plump puffy lips of my pussy surrounding him and taking him in. He sucked in a breath, his huge body shuddering against me and I wasgolden. I was a fuckingGoddessat sex.

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