Page 28 of Fated to the Orc

Instead of answering, I reach out and wrap my bare hands around the thick base of his cock.

Holy shit.

His naked skin against mine feels amazing. I feel every pulse and twitch of him in my palm. His size is staggering, the sheerweightof his cock immense.

I squeeze the base of his shaft. The orc groans, his face contorting with pleasure.

“Why should I?” I ask as my hand slides up his shaft towards the slick, swollen head.

He exhales sharply, his muscles rippling beneath his green skin. His jaw clenches.

I watch, transfixed, as his thighs flex and his abs tighten with every slow, deliberate stroke I give him.

Then his eyes snap open — hot, intense,hungry— and lock onto mine.

“So I can return the favor,” he growls.

His words hit me like a bolt of lightning — right in my core.

My breath catches and my thighs press together involuntarily. The thought of those big, green hands of his on my body flashes through my mind, and I nearly lose it right there.

My body moves automatically.

One by one, I unbuckle the straps on his wrists and ankles.

As soon as the last one falls, he moves. Fast.

One arm wraps possessively around my waist, pulling me flush against him as he sits up. His other hand cradles the back of my neck, tilting my face up to his.

We’re mere inches apart. My hands move back to his hardness, as if they belong there. His breath is warm on my lips.

My world slows down and narrows to this moment. There is only him now. There is only Varkul.

He kisses me.

His mouth is hot and demanding. His tongue — rougher than a human’s — claims me. My whole body melts as I whimper, clinging to him as pleasure explodes inside of me.

I’ve never been kissed like this before. Never beenwantedlike this before.

When he finally pulls back, I’m breathless, dazed, and very aware of how wet I am.

He grins.

“You were right,” he says, his voice low.

“I was?”

“Yes. We should continue our research.”

His hands slide down my body, slow and possessive. His firm touch sends shivers down my spine. As his mouth finds my throat, I realize I’m not going to stop him.

Not now.

Not ever.

Evelyn

His mouth findsthe curve of my neck, and I gasp. When he drags his tongue up to just below my ear, my knees nearly buckle.

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