Page 55 of Her Orc Blacksmith

I curled my fingers deeper in his hair. “Then don’t hold back.”

His fingers flexed deep inside me, curling at just the right moment to make me keen softly into the night air. No hesitation this time. No question about my fragility. Vorgath’s hungry lips returned with renewed fervor, fully committing to my downward spiral. Each stroke of his tongue matched the thrust of his fingers, curling, beckoning me further into the gray abyss between pleasure and complete surrender.

And oh, I wanted to surrender. I wanted to let go of everything until there was nothing left but him and me and the fire burning between us.

My stomach tightened, every muscle tensing, and my vision blurred as the pleasure built and built until…

Everything shattered.

I gasped as the release hit me—sudden, all-consuming. Waves of pleasure rolled through me, stronger than anything I’d ever felt. My back arched off the bench, my body bowing toward the man who'd touched every corner of me.

He held me through it, his touch steady as my body quaked. And when the waves finally ebbed, and I caught my breath, he stood—slowly, eyes dark with hunger and something deeper, something possessive. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his predatory gaze fixed on me, like he wasn't done—not even close.

But I wanted to give him more than just my body. I wanted to feel all of him, in every way.

“Come here,” I breathed, not caring that my voice trembled, not caring that his presence had completely overwhelmed every coherent thought I had left.

He hesitated, just for a beat, and I saw the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. That same, too-gentle wariness from earlier, as though one wrong move from him could destroy everything we’d built.

But I wasn’t going to break. Not this time. Not ever, not with him.

So, I reached for him. Boldly, fiercely. I grabbed onto the hem of his trousers, never breaking eye contact. “Here, Vorgath.”

His nostrils flared as understanding replaced doubt, raw desire simmering just beneath the surface. With a low growl, he hooked his fingers into his waistband, peeling away the last barrier between us.

It was impossible not to gasp when he stood fully revealed before me. Every inch of Vorgath was a study in strength, his broad chest tapering down to a narrow waist and powerful legs, the expanse of his green skin covered in scars and hard-cut muscles that spoke of countless battles. His arms, as large around as tree trunks, bulged as he set his trousers aside, and my gaze followed the rough lines of his abdomen, every ridge visible even in the low light of the forge.

And then... my gaze lowered.

Between his thick thighs, his cock stood proud and heavy—larger than I had imagined, even knowing how big he was. Orcs certainly had a reputation for size, and it wasn’t just legend. My breath hitched again as I realized the full scale of what I had invited into this night.

“Stars above…” I whispered under my breath, half in awe, half amused at the shock zipping through me. He was intimidatingly perfect in every way.

“You can still say no,” he muttered, his voice low and guttural, like every single muscle in his body was taut, waiting for my next command.

No?No?Was he mad?

I slid off the bench and took a step toward him. My fingers traced down the taut line of his abdomen, reveling in the tension that coiled beneath his skin.

“Vorgath,” I whispered, feeling the heat rise between us again, “Do Ilooklike I want to say no?”

My hand drifted lower, wrapping around his thick shaft, and I felt the sharp intake of his breath as I touched him. He twitched in my hand, impossibly hard and hot, and for a brief, heady moment, I felt both powerful and vulnerable in the same breath.

I gave him a long, slow stroke, savoring how his eyes fluttered shut, savoring how this mountain of a man, this towering orc, trembled at my touch.

When he opened his eyes again, they were burning, their intensity dark enough to set the room aflame.

“Soraya,” he growled. His hand shot out, gripping my wrist gently but firmly, stopping my motion for just a moment. “Youarehuman,” he repeated, as though desperately reminding himself.

I met his gaze. “And you’remyorc,” I said, my voice filled with a quiet but fierce certainty. “So, stop holding back.”

He let out a shuddering breath, and with one fluid movement, he lifted me off the ground as if I weighed nothing, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. His warmth enveloped me, his hands firm at my hips, pulling my body flush against his. The sensation of his hardness pressing against my slick foldssent a shock of pleasure through me so intense, I let out a gasp, my nails digging into his back.

“You need to be ready for me,” he murmured.

He rocked his hips gently, teasing us both, the head of his cock just barely brushing against me, and stars, it was already too much. My body was thrumming with desire—desire for him, for this, for us.

“I am,” I breathed against his lips, kissing him hard, dragging my teeth across his bottom lip until he groaned. “For you... I am.”

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