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)
I turn the water on full blast, hot as I can stand it, then shove her against the tile. The steam rises around us. My lips crash onto hers. I taste her, wild and hot, while her nails scrape down my back hard enough to make me hiss.
“Please, fuck me,” she pants, wrapping her legs around my waist.
My hands slide down to squeeze her ass, lifting her so my cock lines up right at her slick entrance. She digs her nails in deeper. My inner beast roars, wanting to fuck her until she can’t remember her own name.
“Say it again,” I growl, my teeth nipping at her neck.
“Fuck me, Oren. Please.”
I thrust into her in one brutal stroke, and the sound she makes is fucking primal, a raw, guttural moan that echoes off the tiles. Her nails dig into my skin, her body tightening around me like she’s trying to milk me dry.
I fucking lose it. I pound into her like an Orc possessed, my hips slamming against hers with a ferocity that has her screaming my name.
My mate is sobbing my name while her sharp nails rake down my back. The sweet clench of her pussy nearly finishes me, but I grit my teeth and fuck her harder, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure out of her gorgeous, curvy body.
When she shatters, her orgasm rips through her like a thunderclap. Her whole body locks up, her nails leave marks on my shoulders, and she screams loud enough to rattle the windows. Fuck, it just makes me want her more.
I pound her through the aftershocks, never letting up, loving the way she melts and breaks all over again. Her pussy milks my cock, and I can't get enough. She comes a second time, wild and desperate, and the taste of her surrender pushes me right over the fucking edge.
I bury myself deep and explode inside her, roaring her name as my cock pulses, filling her up. Our mate marks tingle in synchrony while I hold my mate to the shower wall. My breath comes in hard pants as her sweet pussy milks every drop out of me, and I don’t move. I want her to feel me for as long as possible.
We’re both shaking. The tiles are slick with water and sweat, and the steam is so thick I can’t even see straight. But all I care about is Ella. My arms band around her, holding her up while her body trembles through the aftershocks.
Eventually, I force myself to let go. “If we stay in here, I’ll fuck you until we can’t walk,” I warn her, a growl rumbling in my chest. “But we need sustenance first.”
She laughs, voice low and raspy, then plants a kiss on my jaw. “Sounds like a plan,” she says, like she’s reading my damn mind. “Food then fun.”
We towel off. I throw on sweatpants and a t-shirt while she pulls on one of my t-shirts. She looks fucking perfect in my shirt. The hem hangs long, clinging to her ass, and when she walks, her bare thighs drive my cock wild all over again. But first, we need food. I grab her by the waist and haul her down the hall, ignoring her startled laugh. Her scent fills the air, lemon and sunshine and sex, and it takes everything I have not to bend her over the nearest counter and start round three.
Instead, I settle her at the table and pile her plate with enough food to keep her satisfied. She digs in, watching me between bites like I might pounce at any second. Smart woman. I devour my own food, barely tasting anything as the memory of her sweet pussy milking my cock runs through my mind on a constant loop.
After, we hit the couch, her curves molding against me as I pull her onto my lap. I queue up some action flick neither of us will remember tomorrow, but I don't give a damn about the plot. All I care about is how her fiery red hair spills across my chest, how her soft thighs feel draped over mine. She fits perfectly in my arms, warm and pliant, her heartbeat a steady rhythm against my palm. The scent of her skin fills my lungs with every breath. Fuck. I’m one lucky goddamn Orc.
Chapter 10
Oren
I’m in the middle of the best goddamn dream when the chirp of my phone’s emergency line blares through the room loud enough to make my ears ring. Instantly, my heart slams into gear, all battle reflex and no sense, and my arm shoots out for the device.
I catch it on the third try, nearly caving in the nightstand, and fumble the screen to my face. I am only dimly aware of Ella burrowing under the sheets, her body a soft, trusting weight tucked along my side. She makes a noise like a startled kitten, then peeks up at me, blinking, her hair an explosion of flames tangled across my chest. The phone’s glow casts her in blue light, making her eyes look enormous. She’s perfect. And for a split second, all I want to do is put the phone down and go back to pretending the universe isn’t a relentless asshole.