29. Thrag

29

THRAG

M y heart thunders in my chest, a wild rhythm that seems to echo off the walls of the cave. Claire stands before me. The steam from the hot springs cloaks her in a veil of mist and her skin glows in the dim light. She's a vision of vulnerability and strength.

Her eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that steals my breath. "Don't make me do this alone," she murmurs, her voice a gentle caress that stirs something primal within me.

My gaze traces the curves of her body, the soft lines and delicate hollows. She's so fragile, so human—and yet, she's faced the harshness of our world with a fire that rivals my own.

I hesitate, torn between the propriety ingrained in me from years of orcish discipline, and the raw, undeniable desire that claws at my insides. My armor feels heavy, a barrier between us that I'm suddenly eager to cast aside. With a growl low in my throat, I step forward, my hands moving to the clasps and straps that hold my gear in place.

Claire watches me, her eyes darkening with an unspoken hunger as I reveal the scars and muscle that define my body. I see her gaze flicker to my arousal, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink, but she doesn't look away. Instead, she steps closer, her hand reaching out to trace the contours of my chest, her touch light but sure.

"You're so strong," she whispers, her breath a warm caress against my skin. Her words ignite a fierce pride within me, a possessive need to protect and cherish this remarkable human who dares to see beyond my monstrous exterior.

I enter the hot spring, the warm water soothing against my battle-worn body. Claire follows, her movements graceful as she submerges herself in the water. We face each other, the space between us charged with an electric tension that threatens to consume us both.

The steam from the hot spring swirls around us. Her skin, flushed from the heat, glistens with droplets of water that cling to her. My hands are gentle as I soon wash her—tracing the lines of her shoulders, the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips.

"Thrag," she murmurs. Her brown eyes meet mine, and there's a vulnerability there that calls to something primal within me.

Her lips part in a silent gasp as I glide my hands over the soft mound between her legs. I watch her closely as I massage her sensitive nub under the water, eliciting gentle moans from her. The water around us grows hotter, mirroring the heat building between us.

"Now it's your turn," she declares, her voice taking on a commanding tone that surprises us both.

"As you wish," I say, leaning back against the edge of the spring. I watch her as she works, her small hands moving over my body with a confidence that stirs a deep, possessive pride within me.

She's thorough as she washes me, her touch both soothing and exhilarating. When she reaches my arousal, her eyes widen slightly, yet she grips me firmly. Her hand strokes me with a boldness that makes my blood roar in my ears.

"You're so hard," she whispers, her gaze locked onto mine.

"For you, always," I growl, my control slipping with each pass of her hand.

I pull her closer, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that leaves no doubt about my desire for her. Our bodies slide against each other, the water around us growing turbulent.

She moans into the kiss, her body arching towards mine. I know we should stop, that we're in a precarious situation with danger lurking just beyond the cave walls, but in this moment, nothing matters except her.

I break the kiss, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Claire," I say, my voice a gruff plea. "I need you."

My control slips completely, the beast within me clawing to the surface. With a suddenness that startles her, I lift her out of the water and carry her to the edge of the spring. I lay her down on the stone floor, her body glistening with droplets of water.

I kneel between her legs and lean forward, capturing one of her pert nipples in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. A loud moan soon escapes her lips.

"Thrag," she breathes, her hands fisting in my hair as I trail kisses down her stomach. I soon settle between her thighs, my hands spreading her legs wider as I taste her for the first time. Her hips buck as I explore her with my tongue, her cries of pleasure echoing out.

I am relentless, swirling my tongue in circles around her sensitive nub, driving her higher and higher until she shatters beneath me, her body convulsing with the force of her release. As she lies there, panting and sated, I position myself at her entrance, the head of my large cock nudging against her wetness.

She looks up at me, her eyes hazy with desire. "Make me yours, Thrag," she murmurs, her voice filled with a need that matches my own. With a single, powerful thrust, I claim her, binding us together.

Our bodies move in harmony, each stroke bringing us closer to the edge. I am lost in her, in the sweet friction of our joining. I feel her tighten around me, another climax building within her. I reach between us, my fingers finding the sensitive nub again, coaxing her over the edge once more.

As her inner muscles clamp down around me, I let go, my own release barreling through me. I roar her name, the sound reverberating through the cavern as I spill myself inside her, marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.

We lie there, spent and breathless, our bodies still intimately connected. I roll onto my back, taking her with me so that she is draped across my chest. Her fingers trace my skin, a silent vow passing between us—a promise of protection, of companionship, of a future forged in the fires of our shared passion.