Page 30 of Charming the Orc's Mate

I let the silk slide down my arms and fall to the floor. His breath hitched when I reached behind to unhook my bra. The lace fell away, baring my breasts to his view.

“Perfect.” He cupped the soft flesh, thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples. “So fucking perfect.”

I arched into his touch, moaning as he rolled the sensitive peaks between his fingers. Heat pooled between my thighs, my core clenching with need.

“Please.” I fumbled with his belt. “I need you inside me.”

A growl rumbled through his chest. He caught my hands, pressing them into the mattress above my head. “Patience, sugar. I’m not done playing with you yet.”

His mouth replaced his fingers on my breast. I gasped as he sucked hard, his tusks grazing sensitive skin. My hips bucked, seeking friction against the impressive bulge in his jeans. Another growl rumbled against my skin as he worked my skirt down my legs.

Then I was fully bare beneath him. Wantonly spread open, my wrists pinned under one large hand as he knelt between my thighs. He palmed himself roughly through his pants, drinking me in like he might devour me whole.

“Fuck.” Need roughened his voice. “Spread your pretty pussy for me. Let me see how ready you are.”

I obeyed, using my free hand to part my slick folds. My breath hitched as finally shed his jeans, his thick cock bobbing between us. The tip already glistened, and gods and devils, I needed him inside me.

He caught my gaze as he positioned himself at my entrance. “Say it again, Carissa.”

“I love you.” I reached for him. “I love you, I?—”

My words broke off in a low moan as he pushed into me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. The stretch burned in the best way, my body gradually adjusting to his size. He moved slowly, letting me feel every thick inch until he bottomed out.

“Perfect.” He dropped his forehead to mine, breathing hard. “So fucking perfect.”

He pulled back, the slow drag lighting every nerve ending on fire. I braced for a hard thrust, but instead he rocked into me achingly slowly. The new angle hit something deeper, sending pleasure singing along my skin. Each controlled stroke stretchedme wider, pushing me higher until I hung suspended on a knife’s edge, seconds away from falling.

“Look at you,” Torain growled. “My beautiful mate. Taking my cock so well. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to take every fucking inch of me.”

I moaned at his words, arching into him. “Please.”

His pace quickened, each thrust driving me higher. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. His growls vibrated through me as I raked my nails down his back.

“Been waiting so long.” His hips snapped forward, making me gasp. “Dreamed of marking you. Making you mine forever.”

His rhythm faltered as I clenched around him. I was close again, pressure building with each stroke. His hand slid between us, thumb finding my clit.

“Come for me, Carissa.” His voice was pure gravel. “Want to feel you come on my cock when I claim you in our bed.”

Our bed. Our bed. The words echoed in my mind. I wanted this orc, wanted to build something together. Wanted it all—the family, the stability, the messy moments and sweet ones too.

All of it.

With him.

My thighs tightened around his hips, holding him close as he fucked me deeper, faster. The tension in me wound impossibly tight. My back arched off the sheets. Stars exploded across my vision.

And then I fell.

Torain cursed as he lost the last threads of his control. His thrusts turned erratic, desperate. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, breath coming in harsh pants.

“Carissa,” he groaned. “Fuck, I’m close. I need—can I?—”

I knew what he was asking. What he needed.

“Yes,” I gasped out. “Do it. Make me yours.”

His teeth sank into the junction of my neck and shoulder. Pain lanced through me, but it only heightened the pleasure still thrumming through my veins. I felt the exact moment Torain found his release—the pulse of his cock inside me, the flood of warmth as he spilled himself deep.

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