Page 33 of Owned By the Orc Warlord
“I’m here,” I whisper against her skin, trailing my mouth to the other breast, worshiping her like the altar she is. “I’m not going anywhere tonight.”
“Then don’t be gentle,” she begs, surprising me with the fire behind the words. “Not tonight. I don’t want careful. I want real. I need youinside me,like I’ll still have your heat in me even if everything ends tomorrow.”
The words gut me.
Because I feel the same way.
I trail one hand down her stomach, finding the soft curls between her thighs already damp, her pussy slick and swollen with need. I groan as I slide a finger through the wetness, then two, and she gasps, head falling back into the furs.
“So fucking wet for me,” I rasp, voice rough as gravel. “You’re dripping, Zahra.”
“Foryou.” Her hips rock against my hand, chasing pressure. “I only get like this for you, Rogar.Only.”
I fuck her slow with my fingers, twisting and curling until she moans helplessly, her good hand clutching the furs. I press my thumb against her clit and watch the way she trembles, the way her legs fall wider, open, utterly unguarded.
“You’re mine,” I whisper fiercely, bending to kiss the brand on her shoulder. “Not as property. As partner. Asequal.”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yours. Gods, I want to come with your cock inside me. Please, please—don’t make me wait.”
I don’t.
I kneel back and stroke my cock once, twice, watching her eyes go wide with the same hunger that lights my blood on fire. Thick, veined, flushed dark with need, I line up the head against her entrance and pause, trembling.
“Look at me,” I order hoarsely.
She lifts her head, eyes burning into mine.
“Say it.”
“I love you,” she says without flinching. “Even if this is the last thing we ever do—I love you.”
I thrust into her in one deep, hungry stroke, burying myself to the hilt in her soaked pussy. She cries out, the sound caught between a sob and a moan, and I almost lose it right there. She’s tight and hot, her walls clenching around me like she doesn’t want to let me go.
“Fucking hell,Zahra,” I grit, holding still inside her, struggling to breathe. “You feel like a fucking goddess. Like heaven and war and home.”
She locks her legs around me, pulling me deeper. “Then fuck me like it’s the end of the world.”
I move.
Deep, grinding thrusts that push her up the furs, that have her clutching at my shoulders like she’s drowning and I’m the only thing keeping her afloat. Our mouths meet again, teeth and tongue and desperate noise, until neither of us is coherent.
“I can feel you everywhere,” she pants, breaking the kiss. “You’re so deep—I feel you in my belly.”
I fuck her harder, letting my weight press her into the furs. “Because youaremine,” I growl. “You’ll carry me with you tomorrow. Win or lose.”
She gasps, her nails biting into my shoulders, and I feel her walls flutter around my cock.
“Come for me,” I command, thrusting harder. “Come while I’m inside you. Let me feel you break.”
“Rogar—” Her entire body stiffens. “I—I—fuck?—!”
She comes like a storm breaking over a battlefield—shaking, crying out, her pussy spasming wildly around me. It pulls my own release right to the edge, but I don’t let go yet.
Not yet.
I pull out and flip her carefully, helping her onto her knees despite her injured arm. Her ass is a perfect curve in the firelight, flushed and trembling. I grip her hips and slide back into her from behind, sinking deep with a moan.
“Gods,” she whimpers, panting into the furs. “You’re hitting deeper—Rogar—it’s sodeep.”
