Page 43 of Falling for the Grumpy Orc
“That’s it, Princess,” I croon. “Come for me. Come all around my cock so I can fill you with my seed.”
I feel her walls clench around me as she climaxes, her inner muscles gripping me, and I know I won't be able to hold back much longer. I thrust harder, faster, driven by my primal need to claim her, to brand her. With each movement, I go deeper, my balls slapping against her ass.
It's too much for me, and I let go, my body tensing as I spill myself into her, marking her as mine. My release washes over me, and I tilt my head back, a feral roar ripping through my lips as I ride out the waves of pleasure.
As I come back to myself, I realize what I've done. I've claimed her, marked her with my seed, and the possessiveness of the act sends a rush of satisfaction through me.
She's mine, and no one will take her from me.
Holding her still-trembling form, I realize that nothing has ever felt this right. She's like a piece of me that I never even knew I missed.
I tighten my grip on her, my hands smoothing over her soft skin as I come back to myself. My shaft twitches inside her, already eager for more. I've never felt this insatiable need with anyone before, and I know it's more than just physical attraction. It's a need that goes bone-deep, soul-deep, and I don't know how to explain it to her.
Cassidy shifts, drawing my attention back to the moment. I meet her gaze, searching for any sign of regret, but I find none. Instead, her eyes are hazy with pleasure, her lips curved in a contented smile.
"That was…" She trails off, and a satisfied hum rumbles in her throat. "Wow."
I chuckle, my hands holding her still in my arms, my cock still inside her.
"I'd like to think so."
Her gaze flickers to where we're still joined, and she bites her lip.
"I want more, but I'm not sure I can handle you again so soon."
"We don't have to rush." My voice is gentle as I lean down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'm not going anywhere."
Her arms tighten around me, and we stay like that, joined as one, basking in the afterglow of our passion.
Not too long after, I walk her into her new bedroom and lay her in the blankets, tuck her in, then climb in after her.
There’s no place in the world I would rather be than right there.
In my mate’s bed.
Chapter Eighteen
Cassidy
Goldenlightfiltersthroughthe thin curtains, warming my skin as consciousness slowly returns. I'm wrapped in a cocoon of blankets, my body deliciously sore in places I'd forgotten could feel this way. For the first time in months, maybe years, maybe ever, I feel like I can breathe. I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders and I’m nearly floating with the relief of it.
Something heavy and warm presses against my side, attracting my attention. A muscular green arm wraps around my waist.My backside is pressed flush against a male body whose undeniable arousal presses against my cheeks.
Gerralt.
My muscles tense briefly, a moment of disorientation clouding my mind before memories flood back in a heated rush: Gerralt's massive hands exploring every inch of me, his tusks grazing my neck, the weight of him above me, the feeling of him inside me. The way he'd looked at me like I was something precious and rare.
My heart stutters at the memory.
The scent of him surrounds me, male and soothing. It mingles with the lavender of my laundry soap, creating a combination that makes my belly quiver and heat spread between my legs, my desire instantaneous despite the soreness between my thighs.
I shift, turning around to find Gerralt already awake, watching me. His amber eyes catch the morning light in a way that steals my breath, turning them into pools of liquid gold. His features, usually set in hard lines and frowns, look softer now, relaxed in a way I've never seen before.
He’s so breathtakingly handsome like that, with the golden light of the dawn on his relaxed face, his tusks gleaming and his fleshy, hard lips pulled just so at the corner of his mouth. My heart flutters and heat spills between my legs as his cock twitches against my stomach.
I feel the grin pull on my lips and I know it’s a wicked, bad-girl type of grin by the way Gerralt’s gaze heats up immediately. His hand, which moved to my back when I twisted around, presses me closer and my breathing immediately speeds up.
"You snore," his deep, sleep-rough voice rumbles through the quiet room, amusement evident in his tone.
