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)
Every inch of him stretches me wide, filling me up in a way that makes my toes curl and my cunt clench around him involuntarily. “You feel perfect around my cock, little mate,” he rasps, his breath hot and ragged against my ear, his lips brushing my skin like a promise of more sin.
His hands, rough and callused, grip my hips hard enough to leave bruises as he pulls back slowly, dragging his cock out of my slick, pulsing pussy until just the tip remains. I whine, desperate for him to be buried inside me again, but he’s a fucking tease, letting me dangle on the edge of need for a torturous moment before slamming back in with a brutal thrust that punches the air from my lungs.
“You like that, don’t you?” he growls, his voice dripping with dominance, and I can only nod, my voice stolen by the sheer intensity of it all. His length rubs against every sensitive spot inside me, his girth stretching me until I feel like I’m being split open, and yet I crave more. I arch my back, pressing my hips up, silently begging for him to fuck me harder, faster, deeper.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he grunts out as his thrusts grow frantic.
“Yours,” I gasp, my voice breaking as he pounds into me again, his cock plunging deep, hitting a spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. “All yours.” My words cut off as he slams into me again, his pace relentless, his hips pistoning against mine with a rhythm that’s so perfect that I can feel myself unraveling already.
“That’s it,” he grunts, his voice low and feral. “Mine.”
I can’t even form words anymore, just incoherent moans and whimpers as he fucks me harder. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes around the room. My nipples brush against his muscular chest with every thrust, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me, and I can feel the coil of tension in my belly tighten, ready to snap.
“Don’t come yet,” he growls, his grip on my hair tightening as he feels me clenching around him, teetering on the edge. “We finish together.”
And just like that, he slows his pace, teasing us both as he pulls almost all the way out, leaving me empty and aching, before thrusting back in with a brutal, punishing rhythm that has me screaming his name.
He starts to move oh so slowly. His deep strokes have me seeing stars. His tusks graze my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he leans over me.
“You’re mine now,” he snarls, slowly rolling his hips and making sure to drag his cock against that sensitive spot deep in my pussy. “Forever.”
Sweat drips from his brow onto my chest. He leans down and takes my nipple between his lips, sucking hard, and I nearly lose my mind.
His hips start to move, slow at first, then faster. He pounds into me like he’s trying to put his mark inside my bones. Just when I think I can’t take any more, he slams home, and I shatter, screaming his name. He roars my name in reply, and we come together, with magic exploding all around us.
Holy hell. I’m not prepared for this. One second, I’m shuddering, shaking apart under Oren, and the next, a tidal wave of heat rips through my chest. It’s not normal heat, either. It’s like somebody poured molten metal straight into my heart. I scream, but it’s not pain—it’s too much, too intense, like every cell in my body is waking up all at once.
Oren roars my name as his thick cock pulses inside me. At the exact same moment, the burning flares impossibly bright right above my left breast. I glance down and nearly choke. There, glowing through my skin, is a black mark—a battle axe and a heart, tangled together, seared into my chest. The Arch clan symbol. It sizzles in gold and red, hot enough to make me gasp.
I wake up a few hours later to find a furnace holding me prisoner against the wall of his chest. He’s breathing slow and deep, but there’s nothing relaxed about him. His cock is wedged right between my ass cheeks, hard as stone, and just knowing he’s ready to go again makes my inner core clench in anticipation. I wiggle a little, which only grinds him deeper into me, and holy hell, the heat that flares through my body is insane.
I let myself go boneless in his grip, just enjoying how safe and wanted I feel in his arms. He buries his nose in my hair and nuzzles my neck, making this low, satisfied rumble that vibrates all the way down my spine. Bossy Orc is already awake, already hungry for me. And honestly? I want every single inch of him.