Page 45 of Romanced By the Orc

As she climbed into the bed alongside him, the silken sheets cooled her skin. He placed a gentle hand on her knee and a rougher one on the back of her neck, pulling her toward him in that same deep kiss from before, but this time with greater urgency.

His hand cupped one of her breasts, and she let out a moan. A bolt of lightning pierced her very soul. Their tongues continued to meet in the delicious kiss, and his hand remained on the tender skin, tracing the light circles around her nipples. Her hungry desire, dizzy and throbbing, needed him closer, needed him everywhere.

The sensations pulsing through her now were more primal and urgent than anything that had ever sparked in her before. His hand moved downward, along her thigh, and under thenight rail. He tugged at the fabric, freeing her from it at last so that she was naked and exposed underneath him.

Diana wished for nothing more than for him to take her, body and soul. His hand trailed across the small of her waist, his skin firm and smooth with little nubs between the fingers where his claws had retracted. They could help her reach a peak of ecstasy that she had heard whispered about but not known for sure existed.

Until now.

“I want you,” he murmured, running his hand through the tangles of her damp hair, pressing his face into it, and inhaling deeply. “Will you submit?”

“Most willingly,” she said breathlessly. Diana was positively thrumming now. “Albie, I want all of you. I want to feel you deep inside of me.”

With a low growl, he reached under the pillow propped beneath her neck. He produced a paper envelope and withdrew a long, thin sheath. She remembered overhearing talk of such when a duo of matrons hadn’t noticed her eavesdropping at a rout last season. She grasped hold of his little finger, still of a rather startling size.

“You’ve no need, for I took appropriate precautions,” she whispered proudly.

He grinned, suitably impressed. “How cunning of you, my lady. But I assure you this contrivance shall enhance your pleasure. To further provoke your lust.”

“I don’t know that such is possible.”

He pinned her hands above her head, both her wrists easily fitting in one hand. With his other, he ran his fingers over her sex, gently, finding a spot above the folds which she had only started to explore herself, which sent the lightning darting inside of her once more.

Her sex was wet and slick, ready for him. Ready for him to claim her. She was prepared to beg for it.

He explored inside now, his finger working its way up the sensitive channel inside her body, teasing her. There was a spot inside there, one she had not known of before, that sent even more intense sensations pulsing through her. Lust, her true nature, an almost animal condition, took over and she thrust her hips high, enthralled, enslaved by the pleasure.

"Albie," she cried, clutching the back of his neck. "Take me. Take me now."

He thrust his member, stiff and throbbing, inside of her, slowly at first. She clenched over it, taking him in deeper, and he began to move faster, pounding her, splitting her, and yet bound closely. They were one now in their pleasure, and she thought they might die of it. She didn't mind if she died of it. She only needed it to continue.

"You are so tight and so built for me," he gasped through his labored breaths. "Like we were always meant to be one."

A sharp pain jolted her as he broke through the last barrier of her life before. But she had been prepared for this and the pain was no match for the waves of pleasure. Albion took her buttocks in his hands, kneading them as they rocked together in this exquisite rhythm. Her breath grew ragged. She felt carried into another existence, one that put everything that came before to rest. There was only her. There was only Albie.

He groaned and thrust again, the groans turning into a scream. As her body clenched around his, and her limbs tightened, the pleasure exploded like a million stars. She was certain she had reached another level of existence. Another way of existing.

She relaxed into herself, her body throbbing but calming slowly, loosening. She sank back into Albion.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

They remained in bed, awash in the afterglow of their intense mutual pleasure.

After multiple rounds of lovemaking, they had briefly retreated to their basins to clean up, flushed and sweating from the exertions. At last, allowing for the final act, Diana had removed her pessary. She’d no need of it given Albie’s versatility and talent with the thin sheath he had used.

Theforce of the delicious madness from before still pulsed faintly between her legs. Diana would gladly partake of this pleasure repeatedly, as often as Albie was willing.

This was the part of the marriage he had described as “fun.” But that word did not give the act even half its due. Behind their fans, the matrons might whisper of a woman’s “obligation” to her husband. She suspected that the same women who spoke of conjugal relations in such glum terms hadn’t the pleasure of an Orcan husband.

If what happened between them tonight was considered an obligation, it was one to which Diana happily relented.

Albion had arranged for an evening repast, and Diana had worked up a splendid appetite. To her great delight, the delicacies included drinking chocolate, an indulgence her father had not allowed Diana and Lil as of late. It arrived in two tall, narrow chocolate cups with matching saucers adorned with hand-painted blackbirds and orange peonies.

Albie insisted on feeding her, piercing one of his enormous forks into the plum cakes, cherry tarts, and giant blueberries baked into fresh scones and offering them to her. The intimacy of the gesture touched her, and she offered to do the same for him, but he held up his hand.

“Let me serve you this time, Dais. Let me pamper you.”

“And not for the first time today.”

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