Page 69 of Orc's Possession
His cock, ridged from top to bottom like his forehead, slides into me an inch. Already it feels like too much. He’s thick and long, intended for a female orc, not a human. I panic and press my hands against his shoulders to stop him.
Atox grabs both of my hands and pulls them above my head, leaving me at his mercy. To my surprise, the loss of control to this massive male excites me. Until the flex of his hips reminds me of his size.
“You’re too big,” I struggle to say. What if he doesn’t fit? I want this to work between us.
“You will take me. All of me.” His voice is harsh, allowing for no alternative.
My eyes seek his and I see behind the mask, a glimpse of the male within. Heneedsme, and for more than giving him kids.
When he rakes a tusk against my left nipple, a wicked shiver travels through me to my core.
“Very wet,” he says, pushing slightly.
He’s big. Really big. He’ll split me open as he did my tunic.
Suddenly, he thrusts and pushes all the way inside me. My eyes widen at the shock.
He stops moving. “Breathe, Paloma.” He releases my hands and cups my cheek, concern in his eyes as he coaxes air back into my lungs.
“Wasn’t ready,” I say as the pain subsides. It’s like losing my virginity all over again, except without the fear, especially as his palm rests over my heart, calming me.
“Females have told me fast is best.”
“Slow is better,” I force out as I take a deep breath.
A scowl fills his face. “I’ve hurt you.”
Damn, he really cares about me… “Just give me a minute to adjust.”
His lips take mine. A very pleasant distraction as my body adjusts to his larger size. I rock my hips when the pain is nothing but a memory.
Atox starts moving slowly this time, as if he’s unsure.
“You can move faster if you’d like.”
“You’re fragile.”
I thrust my hips up, taking him deeper. “Not as fragile as you think, warrior.”
The corner of his mouth lifts as he slams my hands back to the bed, pinning me down, and begins rocking in and out of me.
The fullness feels… perfect. I close my eyes, picturing the ridges of his cock as they slide against my walls, stimulating meeverywhere. There’s perfection in how we fit together, like two puzzle pieces.
“Faster, Atox,” I moan as I twine my fingers through the hands that hold mine against the furs.
Each thrust gains in intensity and speed, driving our hips together, until my walls grip his cock in an intense orgasm. While I ride the waves, he moves faster, which draws out the pleasure. When I open my eyes, I see him staring down at me, a look of awe crossing his features.
His hips rock into me with a power and speed I can no longer match. He finally gives himself permission to show me who he is as his thrusts push me up on the bed. I grip his hands, holding on for dear life as his cock brushes against every sensitive spot in me.
He’s losing control, something I’ve never seen before. And yet he’s totally present here with me. Those serious eyes never leaving me, never looking away.
I’m totally vulnerable to him, but I’msafe. Like nothing and no one can ever touch me again.
Except Atox.
Now, if only he’d smile, even an orc smile. I want to be more than a source of physical pleasure to him.
A growl suddenly echoes through the chamber.
