Page 22 of Owned By the Orc Warlord
I strip fast, without flourish—she’s seen me in battle, bloodied and ruthless, but never like this. Neverbare. My cock stands hard, thick with need, the head flushed and leaking against my abdomen.
Her gaze drops, and her breath catches.
“Gods,” she whispers, reaching out. Her fingers wrap around the base of me, tentative at first, then firmer. “You’re... bigger than I thought.”
I groan, hips twitching into her grip. “You imagined this?”
“Often,” she admits, a flush painting her cheeks. “In my cot. Alone. After you spoke the claiming words. I was confused, I tried to dismiss it but you sneak into my head.”
I growl, the sound low and feral, as her thumb teases the slit at the tip.
“Tell me what you imagined,” I say roughly, guiding her hand in slow strokes.
“I thought about how you’d feel,” she murmurs. “How you’d fill me. I thought about your voice in my ear, telling me I’m yours. Taking me slow at first... then rough. Like you couldn’t help yourself.”
I’m going to explode if she keeps talking like that.
Instead, I push her back into the furs, covering her body with mine. She opens for me instantly, thighs parting, her pussy glistening with arousal. I drag my hand down her belly, cupping the slick heat of her sex, groaning as her hips jerk into the contact.
“You’re so wet,” I mutter, teasing her folds, fingers stroking with maddening leisure. “So ready for me.”
“Foryou,” she corrects, hips grinding into my hand. “Only ever for you.”
I slide a finger inside her, and she gasps, arching. Her walls clench, greedy and hot around the intrusion.
“Another,” she pants. “Please—gods, Rogar—don’t make me wait.”
I give her two. She moans, hands clawing at my back as I thrust them deep, curling them to find the spot that makes her tremble.
“You like that?” I growl against her throat.
“Yes—fuck—yes, I love it when you—ah!”
I press my thumb to her clit and suck a bruise into the hollow of her neck. She shudders, moaning loud enough I’m grateful for the thick canvas walls.
When I draw my fingers out and replace them with the broad head of my cock, she looks at me like I’ve hung the stars.
“I want to see you when you come,” I say, voice shaking. “I want to see what it looks like when you take all of me.”
She nods, fierce and unafraid. “Then claim me, Chieftain. All of me.”
My cock sinks into her in one slow, deliberate push.
Her body stretches around me, wet heat pulling me deeper, deeper, until I’m fully sheathed. We both cry out—her in pleasure, me in sheer disbelief that something this perfect could be real. Her pussy clutches at me like a fist, tight and hot and made for me.
“Fuck, Zahra—” I pant, forehead pressed to hers. “You feel likehome.”
Tears shimmer in her eyes, but her smile is pure fire. “Then stay.”
I start to move, hips rocking in a rhythm that builds steadily, slowly. Her legs wrap around my waist, anchoring me, urging me deeper. I give her everything—my body, my strength, my devotion—in every thrust. Her nails score down my back as Ifind a rhythm that has her crying out, hips meeting mine in wild, perfect sync.
“Harder,” she begs. “Don’t hold back. I can take it. Iwantit.”
I flip her over in one motion, dragging her onto all fours and gripping her hips. Her back arches, ass high in the air, the curve of it making my vision haze. I slam into her from behind, watching her throw her head back, moaning like she’s breaking apart for me.
“So fucking perfect,” I growl, one hand on her hip, the other sliding up her spine to tangle in her hair. “So goddamn perfect like this.”
“Yours,” she gasps. “Rogar—I’m yours?—”
