Page 57 of My Orc Nanny

My grin split my face as I pulled him to me for a fierce embrace. “And I couldn’t be happier with my new name, son.”

Ben’s squeeze was every bit as important to me as his mother’s.

After his goodnights, Hannah was the one to lead me to our bedroom. We undressed in silence, each in our own thoughts. It might be our wedding night, but it was…normal. Every day. I had the rest of my life full of nights like this…and I couldn’t wait.

“What are you thinking of?” she murmured once she was naked in my arms.

I grinned down at her. “How I could make tonight special for you.”

“It already is,” she whispered, stretching up on her toes to kiss me.

When I deepened the kiss, her arms went around my neck, and I lifted. I loved the way she wrapped her legs around my waist, uninhibited, joyful. The sweet scent of herarousal already perfumed the air, and myKteerpulsed, urging me to pleasure my Mate.

I took my time, teasing her with my tongue and then my fingers, stroking her skin and kissing her sensitive areas, when I laid her on the bed. She was spread out before me like a feast, and I was averyhungry male.

Her nipples weren’t terribly sensitive, and I knew she liked it when I used my tusks on them. Her shudders and moans told me I’d guessed correctly, but I couldn’t wait any longer, and I moved my mouth down her stomach to her curls.

Hannah’s legs went over my shoulders as I feasted on her sweet pussy. My tusks scraped along her inner thighs as my long, ridged tongue lapped at her dew. I made certain my claws were retracted when I finally began to stroke her, and moved my mouth to her clitoris.

“Aswan!” she gasped, her fingers digging into my hair. “Oh mygosh, there.”

Grinning, I pressed my tongue against the spot I knew she liked as my fingers curled forward. The pad of my middle finger found that rough spot behind her clit that drove her wild, and I massaged her from both sides.

The sudden tightening of her inner muscles told me it had worked, and when she came with a gasp, I eagerly licked her spend, trying to drink all of her down. I could spend an eternity between my Mate’s thighs—Hannah was an addiction—but soon she was tugging on my hair, trying to pull me up her body.

“I’m not done with you,” she muttered, and I smiled, allowing her to tug me from my favorite spot.

I pushed myself upright, only for her to plant her palms on my shoulders andshove.

When I rolled onto my back, she went with me, and I changed my mind. Had I thought between her legs was my favorite spot? No, being pinned down, with her tits hanging heavy above me and her hair framing her face as she smiled down at me…thatwas my favorite spot.

Hannah straddled me, her fingers circling my cock as she stroked, and my palms ran up her thighs to her hips.

“Hmmm. You’re going to hold me down and fuck me, wife?” I teased. “Use my body?”

She’d positioned herself above me, her weight on my shoulders, my cock resting at her entrance, and now she smirked down at me. “I’m just being a good Mate,” she announced.

I would have said something else—something loving, I’m sure—had she not sat back at that moment, impaling herself on my cock. Her orgasm was instant, of course, and she tossed her head back with a groan as her muscles spasmed around me.

“That’s it,” I murmured, my hands rising to cup her tits as she sat back on me. “Use my cock. Ride me. Take all you want from me,dkaar. Gods below, do you have any idea how beautiful you are right now, Hannah?”

As I spoke, I flicked my thumbs across her nipples, and her wide-eyed, flushed gaze dropped down to watch me play with her breasts.

“You like that?” I murmured, even as I began to move, slowly flexing my hips upward. “You like to watch me play with your tits?” I tugged on the nipples, causing her togasp, her lust-hazed eyes going to mine, and I smiled wickedly, thrusting upward into her throbbing pussy again.

“You like it when I treat them roughly?” I allowed my claws to extend, to dimple her delicate skin as I squeezed them, pulling her toward me. “You’re such a good girl, to let your Mate treat your tits like this.”

Whimpering, she braced her palms on either side of my head so I could plant my heels and thrust upward into her tight wetness. I kept up my litany of praise and crudeness, each one seeming to send her closer to pleasure.

Hannah's breath hitched as she matched my rhythm, her hips undulating with each powerful thrust. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “I'm your good girl, Aswan. Only yours.” Her words were like a spark to tinder, igniting a primal, possessive fire within me.

I growled, my hands moving from her breasts to grip her hips firmly, my claws pressing gently into her soft flesh. "Mine," I affirmed, my voice a low rumble. "Every inch of you, Hannah. Every moan, every gasp. All. Mine." I punctuated each word with a deep, upward thrust, feeling her inner walls clench around me.

She leaned down, her hair cascading around us like a curtain, and captured my mouth in a fierce kiss. Her teeth nipped at my lower lip, and I growled in approval, my hands moving back to her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingers.

Breaking the kiss, she sat up, her hands resting on my chest. Her eyes bore into mine, fierce and full of love. "And you're mine, Aswan. My Mate." She emphasized her wordswith a swivel of her hips, grinding down on me, drawing a groan from deep within my chest, myKteerlost to her.

“Yes,dkaar,” I grunted, my hips bucking up to meet hers. “Yours. Always.” I could feel the pressure building, the heat between us rising. My hands roamed her body, touching, claiming, memorizing every curve, every line.

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