Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“Do you want this?” His voice is gentle, but the words are a challenge.
“Yes,” I whisper, barely audible. “More than anything in the world.”
He grins, wide and wolfish. It’s the first time I’ve seen him actually smile. My knees nearly buckle.
His hands go to my shoulders. The heat from them seeps straight through my shirt. He’s breathing hard, like he just ran up a mountain, and when he drops his head to rest his forehead against mine, I feel the gentle scrape of his tusks on my skin.
The air is thick with the musky, primal, and intoxicating scent of him. His deep emerald skin looks like he’s been carved out of the earth itself. His tusks gleam in the dim light, curving up from his lower jaw, and his lips are full and damp, parted like he’s ready to devour me whole.
I’m trembling, my thighs already slick with anticipation, as he towers over me, his chest heaving with every ragged breath. His eyes are pitch black, nearly swallowing the light, and they’re locked on me like I’m his next fucking meal.
“Orcs mate for life,” he reminds me, his voice so deep it vibrates through my chest and straight to my core. “Once I claim you, you’re mine. Forever.”
My breath hitches, my pulse thundering in my ears. “And you’re mine.”
He shakes his head, his tusks catching the light again. “I’ve been waiting my whole life for you. Don’t worry, little warrior, I’ll make sure you feel every fucking inch of me.”
Before I can respond, he crashes his mouth to mine, and it’s not any old kiss. Oh no. This is a declaration of intent. His tongue, thick and hot, plunges into my mouth, claiming me like he owns me already. I moan, my hands clawing at his broad shoulders, trying to pull him closer.
He rips at my clothes, shredding fabric like it’s tissue paper. My tits bounce free, nipples hardening instantly under his hungry gaze.
He cups me, rough palms dwarfing my breasts, and holy hell, the sensation almost knocks me sideways. His fingers knead and squeeze, rolling my nipples between thick digits like he’s determined to memorize their shape.
Each pass sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. My whole body arches into his touch, desperate and greedy, because somehow, it’s not enough, not even close. His grip is confident and possessive, but there’s a gentleness behind the power that hits me right in the chest.
He keeps working my nipples, tugging and twisting until I’m gasping, the peaks glossy and flushed from his attention. My skin feels hypersensitive, as if every nerve ending is wired directly to his hands. I could die happy with him touching me like this.
He whispers all the dirty things he’s going to do to me, and I gasp, my inner core throbbing with every word, every touch. He drops to his knees, his tusks grazing my stomach as he licks a hot, wet stripe down to my panties. He doesn’t bother taking them off. He just rips them apart, the sound of fabric tearing making me whimper.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he snarls, his nose nudging my slit as he inhales deeply. “I want to absorb your smell into my soul.”
I’m shaking, my knees threatening to give out, as his tongue drags through my folds, slow and deliberate. He groans like he’s starving, and his tusks scrape against my thighs as he devours me.
“More,” I beg, my fingers tangling in his thick, short hair. “Please, more.”
He pulls back, his lips glistening with my arousal, and smirks up at me. “You want more, little human?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “Fuck me. Claim me. Please.”
He stands and shreds his pants. His cock springs free. My eyes go wide and my mouth practically waters. Oh, holy hell. Oren’s cock is massive. I mean, I expected impressive, but this is straight-up legendary. It’s long, thick, veined, and the dark green skin is ridged with veins that pulse hotter than anything I’ve ever seen in my life.
The head is blunt and fierce, glistening, and the whole length curves up against his rock-hard abdomen. My thighs squeeze together just looking at it.
He lays me across the bed and crawls over me.
“Mine,” he growls as he places his huge erection at my wet opening, and then he’s pushing into me, inch by inch. I scream his name as my pussy stretches to accommodate him, the burn so intense it’s almost too much. Almost. The brief flash of pain quickly disappears as magic flows around us.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls, his voice a gravelly rumble that vibrates straight through my core like an earthquake. His hips snap forward, slamming into mine with the force of a freight train, and I gasp as I feel him bottom out, his thick, throbbing cock buried to the hilt inside me. This should be painful, but a wave of magic swirls around us, combining our life forces into one.