Page 11 of Last Shot at Love

Her moans filled the air, a chorus of need that echoed my own yearning. Her fingers found my tail, wrapping it around her forearm in a gesture of intimate connection. Her eyes locked onto mine, a plea written in their depths.

“I want you,” she begged, and the raw honesty in her voice was my undoing. “I need you.”

With reverence, I lifted her skirt, my fingers curling around the edge of her black panties, and carefully slid them down her legs, casting them aside to join her sandals.

She was helping now, caught up in the urgency of the moment, untying her vest with eager hands as I unlaced her skirt, aiding her in shedding the last barriers between us.

Together, we removed the last vestiges of her clothing, leaving her gloriously naked before me, a vision of passion and strength. My loincloth remained, a final thread of restraint that I wasn’t quite ready to discard.

Looking down at her, I was struck by a sense of reverence, struck by the sheer beauty of her. The moonlight cast her in an ethereal glow, her every curve and muscle a testament to her strength and femininity.

Her body was a temple, and I was the devoted worshipper.

“You are perfect,” I whispered, the words falling from my lips like a prayer.

The intensity of desire in her eyes matched the hunger in my own. “I need to know how you taste,” I murmured, my voice husky with want, “if you’re as divine as your scent.”

“Then have your dessert,” she challenged; her response was a sultry invitation. “And perhaps, I can have mine too.”

I eagerly buried my face between her strong thighs, my growl vibrating against her sensitive flesh. The scent of her was overwhelming, a heady perfume that fueled my desire to taste, to consume.

Her response was immediate, a sharp intake of breath followed by an exclamation of pleasure. “Oh Stars!”

When I enveloped her swollen nub with my mouth and lashed it with my tongue, her body arched up in a curve of ecstasy.

“Kael!” Her voice was a sweet torment, urging me on, driving me wild.

I lapped at her, my tongue delving deeper, savoring every drop of her essence. Each stroke was met with her cries of ecstasy, her hips bucking in rhythm with my tongue’s strokes. Her hands found my head, guiding me, urging me on, lost in the waves of pleasure I invoked.

As I brought her to climax, her screams filled the night air, her essence flooding my mouth in waves of my dessert. I continued, relentless in my worship, until she was spent, her creamy essence a divine gift on my tongue.

Sitting back, I licked my lips, savoring the aftertaste of her pleasure, watching as her chest heaved with rapid breaths. Her dark eyes, heavy with satisfaction, held mine, and the air between us was charged with the scent of her need, now a storm of desire that matched the tempest within me.

Feeling my arousal pressing insistently against the fabric of my loincloth, I was ready to be consumed by the fire I had ignited in her.

My own desire spiked in response, my body reacting with an instinctual readiness. Her eyes fell to my loincloth, now clearly tented with my arousal.

She sat up, her gaze dropping to the evidence of my desire. “It’s my turn.”

My need for Kael consumed me, a fire ignited by his touch, his taste. He had awakened something primal within me, a yearning that demanded fulfillment.

My body responded with an intensity I couldn’t contain, releasing pheromones into the air, a silent call to my mate, an invitation to claim and be claimed.

I watched him, noting his body’s reaction to my need. His desire was tangible, a mirror of my own.

My lips parted as I took in the sight of his arousal, knowing it was for me, because of me. A moisture burst between my thighs, dripping down my legs at my body’s sudden yearning to be filled—to have his cock deep inside me, milking his seed until he was dry.

Standing tall, I felt empowered, moving with purpose, my confidence as bare as my skin. Without hesitation, I scooped Kael up, tossing him effortlessly over my shoulder in a display of my orc strength.

He gasped in surprise, his claws embedding slightly into my back, a sweet sting into my flesh. His arousal pressed against my breast, a promise of what was to come.

“What are we doing?”

I was direct, my voice a growl of intent.

“I’m going to take my fill and have you until there’s no more.”

His body vibrated against mine, a purr of submission and desire that sent waves of heat through me. “I am ready to be claimed,” he murmured, his voice muffled against the curve of my back.

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