Chapter Eight

Raisa

Enraptured, enthralled, bewitched. How else can I describe how I’m feeling right now, other than tired and desperate for sleep?

Oh, but I want to give him more, give him everything.

Although I just had the world’s best orgasm and I’m not even sure I want another, I want him all the way inside me more than I want to breathe.

He’s huge. As I work him deeper into me, the stretch eases into discomfort, then pain, but I’m loving it, loving giving him more than he’s asked of me.

Gripping his shoulders, I use his bulk to anchor myself so I can lever myself onto his shaft. He’s helping with little pumps from below, as well as his hands on my hips, pressing me downward.

And his glittering amber eyes. I love hanging onto his affection. It helps.

“You’re working so hard, Raisa. So good.”

Ah. His words. They’re almost the best part.

The feel of his thick cock inside me, filling me up, completing me, is the best thing I’ve ever felt.

I feel tiny in his grip. His hands are huge on my hips, so he barely has to move to inch his thumb lower and glide its pad in circles next to my clit.

Did I just wonder if I ever wanted to come again after that Earth-shattering orgasm? Need flares in me with just the brush of his thumb. He hisses in pleasure when I not only plunge lower onto him, but circle my hips.

“Perfect.” His voice is that gruff, otherworldly bass that is so deep it vibrates through me.

And then he’s all the way inside me. I’d been leaning over him, my nipples sometimes close enough to graze his chest. But I sit up enough to see what we look like together. It should be obscene. I’m stretched to my limit, my stomach bulging slightly as his glistening green cock disappears inside me, but I think it”s so beautiful I tremble at the sight of it.

His thick green cock is stabbed into me. It’s so terrifyingly beautiful I stop moving and stare. He lifts his head to see what I’m looking at. We both watch, his head lifted, my head bowed, as he pumps into me from below. I work with him as we watch him piston deep inside me, then pull out enough that I see the flare of his cockhead.

We get too zealous and he pops all the way out, shocking me and making me feel instantly bereft. I clench around nothing and feel empty inside, then he slides back in again. Rapture.

I can’t keep my eyes open anymore as my arousal flies higher. I’m no longer fucking him, too lost in the process to do anything more than hang on and let him do all the work.

In one swift, skilled move, he flips us over and pounds into me. My palms grip his meaty ass as the muscles beneath his emerald flesh bunch and hollow with his effort.

He’s huffing now, grunting, feral. This alone almost pushes me over the edge. When he dips his head and captures my shoulder in his mouth, letting his tusks threaten me, their tips biting at my flesh, I come so ferociously a shout rips from my mouth.

He speeds up, driving into me so hard he forces me up the bed, finally spilling into me with an unfettered bark of pleasure. His hot liquid floods into me, bathing my inner walls in long spurts. As they weaken and slow, our eyes connect at the height of our bliss.

We’re sharing this moment in every way. Connected in body and mind and pleasure. After our ecstasy ends, he kisses me. I can’t control my tears as I receive the sweetest kiss ever bestowed.

His lips are soft and warm as they ply mine. No pretty black tongue. No intrusions. Just tender affection.

Kill me now. I just might never recover from my night with this handsome orc.