Page 70 of Her Orc Protector

“Don’t stop,” I whispered against his mouth. “Keep going. I want to come like this—with your hand on me, because I told you to.”

His breath hitched. “Stars, say that again.”

I smiled, trembling now in the best way, hips rolling into his hand. “I want you to make me come,” I whispered. “Exactly the way I asked.”

His eyes darkened, like I’d lit something in him that ran deep and wild—but he held steady. Didn’t rush. Didn’t take.

His thumb slid back to where I was aching most, circling slow and tight while his fingers stroked deep and careful inside me. The way he moved was maddening—just enough pressure to keep me right at the edge but never pushing too far. He was holding me there on purpose, I realized. Waiting.

My hands gripped his shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscle there. “Don’t stop,” I gasped. “Please.”

He kissed the corner of my mouth, his voice low and reverent. “Not stopping. Not until you fall apart for me.”

The rhythm shifted just enough to tip me forward. He curled his fingers inside me, brushing something sharp and sweet that made my whole body jolt.

“There?” he asked.

“Stars—yes,” I breathed. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

I buried my face in his neck, moaning into his skin as heat coiled tighter and tighter. The sounds he made—soft groans, barely-there praises—pushed me further, made everything feel more real. More mine.

My hips rocked helplessly into his hand, chasing what I needed. He matched me stroke for stroke, never faltering, giving me exactly what I’d asked for.

And when it broke—when the pleasure crested and spilled through me—I didn’t shrink from it. I cried out, sharp and open, thighs clenching around his hand, my whole body arching as I came undone.

Uldrek held me through it, murmuring soft things against my skin that I couldn’t quite hear, just the shape of them:Yes. Good. I’ve got you.

My body shook in aftershocks, breath coming in gasps, skin flushed and damp. He didn’t rush me. Just held me, kissed my temple, his fingers easing out of me with aching gentleness.

When he lowered his head again and pressed a kiss to the underside of my breast, I groaned—less from the sensation than from the ache of being seen, felt, chosen like this. His mouth was soft, reverent. But then he paused.

I felt it, too. Dampness. A subtle wetness between my breasts, not born of arousal. My milk had let down—just slightly.

Embarrassment surged, old and immediate. I reached to cover myself, already bracing to apologize.

“I—I didn’t mean to—”

But Uldrek caught my wrist, gentle but firm.

“Don’t hide,” he said. “Don’t ever hide from me.”

He leaned forward, and before I could stop him, his tongue flicked across the swell of my breast, gathering a droplet that had welled there. His eyes met mine as he swallowed—slow, sure, utterly unbothered.

“This is part of you,” he murmured. “And I want all of you.”

My breath hitched. Something in me cracked open then, raw and startled. I had never been allowed to be whole in this space before. I had never been anything but something to be shaped—pleasing, useful, obedient.

But here I was, leaking and marked and touched and wanted.

He came over me then, slow and sure, bracing his weight on his forearms, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that was less about passion and more about grounding. Anchoring.

My legs opened for him without thought, just trust.

"I want you," I whispered against his mouth. "All of you."

He pulled back slightly, his expression serious. "I'm bigger than a human. It might be uncomfortable at first."

"I know." I touched his face, tracing the line of his jaw. "I trust you."

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