Page 71 of Her Orc Blacksmith

He caught my hips and sat up beneath me. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured roughly.

“You won’t,” I reassured him, threading my fingers into his dark hair. “We already know I can take you.”

“Let me make sure you're ready, then.”

With one hand still tight around my hips, the other slid between us, his fingers tracing a path down my stomach and through the soft curls between my legs. I shuddered, my hips instinctively tilting forward, seeking more of his touch.

He let out a low, appreciative growl, his fingers exploring further, parting my folds. When he found the sensitive nub at my center, I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as waves of pleasure rippled through me. He circled it slowly, his touch feather-light, teasing out a moan from deep within me.

“Vorgath...” His name escaped my lips like a secret, whispered into his ear. I could feel his smile against my neck, a small, satisfied curve of his lips that sent shivers down my spine.

His fingers dipped lower, gathering the wetness pooling at my entrance. He brought them back up, coating my sensitive flesh with my own desire. My hips moved in rhythm with his touch, and his grip on my hip tightened, his fingers pressing into my skin, anchoring me as he continued to explore, to tease.

Vorgath’s lips brushed lightly over my neck, my shoulder, his tusks grazing gently as he moved. When his fingers slipped inside me, I gasped, my body stretching to accommodate his thick fingers. He moved slowly, carefully, his thumb continuing its relentless dance over my sensitive nub.

I clung to him, my hands gripping his broad shoulders, my forehead pressed against his as I ground against his hand. The sensation of being filled, of being touched so deeply, so intimately, pushed me closer to the precipice.

“You feel so good,” he murmured. “So warm, so soft.”

He filled the space between us, drawing closer until there was no room left, no distance to hide behind. His fingers never faltered, his movements growing more confident, more deliberate. My breath hitched, the ache for him building into something I couldn’t ignore, couldn’t push down any longer. His lips moved in a slow path down my throat to my collarbone. He growled softly into my skin, his tusks brushing against my pulse, a reminder of just how powerful he was.

My body trembled, my breath hitching as his fingers dipped deeper, his thumb pressing with just enough force to send sparks of pleasure shooting through me. My hips bucked against his hand, my body moving instinctively, chasing that cresting wave, that promise of utter release.

I whimpered, the knot in my belly tightening, winding tighter and tighter until I felt like I might break. My vision blurred, mysenses narrowing down to nothing but the feel of him—his hand, his lips, the delicious roughness of his breath against my skin.

And then... oh, stars.

It hit.

My body clenched, muscles tightening as a moan tore free from my lips, raw and shameless. Pleasure exploded through me in a wild rush so intense it left me trembling and gasping for air. Vorgath held me through it, his strong arms supporting me as I convulsed in his grasp. His fingers slowed, easing me through the aftershocks, until I sagged against him, my face buried in his neck, panting softly, overwhelmed but utterly sated.

As my heart rate began to settle, I became acutely aware of him beneath me—how hard he still was, how tightly he gripped my hips, the faint tremble in his body that betrayed just how much he was holding himself back.

Without a word, I reached down, guiding him to me, gasping softly as the wide head of his cock pressed against my entrance. My body was still humming, sensitive and soft all over. He was so big, but I was ready for him. I wanted him inside me, wanted to feel every inch of him filling me, stretching me, claiming me.

His jaw clenched, and he ground out a soft groan as I pressed my hips down, taking just an inch of him inside me.

“Take your time,” he rasped, his voice strained, thick with need. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

But I didn’t want to drag it out anymore. I wanted all of him, right now, every inch of him buried deep inside me, to fill the empty places I had forgotten were there until he’d come into my life.

I cupped his face in my hands, brushing a thumb over the scar that ran across his cheek, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“I can handle you, Vorgath. Don’t hold back.”

His eyes flashed, and with a low growl that made the air between us buzz, his grip on my hips tightened. He thrust upward, hard and fast, filling me in one swift motion.

“Oh,” I moaned, my fingers digging into his shoulders as pleasure and pain burst through my nerve endings like wildfire.

He was so thick, stretching me in a way that felt deliciously overwhelming, his cock throbbing as my body tightened around him. I couldn’t think, couldn’t form a coherent thought beyond the feel of him. I was lost in the way his hands gripped my hips, guiding me, grounding me. With every rise and fall, I felt myself sinking further into that glorious abyss, where nothing existed but the intoxicating press of his body and the heat pooling low in my belly.

Our movements quickened as I rode him, my thighs burning with the effort but the pleasure spurring me on, pushing me ever closer to that peak. His hands traced lines up my thighs, gripping, squeezing, as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

I could feel the tension coiling tight in both of us, building toward something inevitable, something wild and fierce and perfect. His hips snapped up in time with every downward grind of mine, his control slipping by the second, and oh, I wanted that. I wanted him to let go, to let me feel all of that raw, untamed power focused solely on claiming me.

His mouth found the curve of my neck, his sharp tusks grazing the sensitive skin there before his teeth sank in just enough to blur the lines between pleasure and pain. Heat pulsed through me, and I clung to him, my fingers tangled in his hair, as his growls deepened, turning into rough, ragged breaths that thrummed against my skin. His hips bucked up, faster, harder, his control unraveling as he took me with a ferocity that matched the wild rhythm of my own heartbeat. Every thrust, every movement pushed me closer to the edge, and the pressure of his bite only pulled me in deeper, binding us in a way I couldn’texplain, a feeling raw and ancient that left me gasping, needing more.

“Vorgath, I—” I gasped, words breaking apart as the tension coiled tight, too tight. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I didn’t want to hold back anymore.

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