26. Katar

My desire was a ferocious beast inside me, but I had to rein it in. The need to possess her completely might drive me over the edge, and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. I was big, and she was incredibly small.

And undeniably wet as I slid the tip of my cock through her swollen folds.

I needed to make her wetter. Only then would I drive my cock inside her.

The caress of her fingers on my horns was going to drive me completely out of my mind. My will was a thin thread, precariously close to snapping.

She bucked against me as I sucked on her nipple, and there was no one more amazing than this woman giving into her need.

There was only this moment with Bailey.

I growled against her skin as my cock caught fire, demanding I plunge inside her and claim her just like the orcs of old.

Her hunger met mine in a mad rush, her nails dragging up and down across my chest, igniting a feral need inside me. No one but her would ever be able to make me feel like this again.

As I continued to slide my cock through her slickness, the rug slid out from behind me. I crashed forward, into her, and she only moaned, tightening her grip on my horns.

I slid my hand between us, urging my throbbing cock to the side, and plunged two fingers inside her.

She gasped and her keening cry rang out.

I lifted my head, locking our gazes together, finding the same overwhelming need in her gaze that matched my own. "You're mine, Bailey, as much as I'm yours."

"Yes," she gasped, wiggling and thrusting her pelvis forward to meet each plunge of my fingers.

Skimming my thumb across her clit, I watched her face. She melted into me, pushing her back against the wall to curl her hips up to meet my fingers. My groan roared up my throat. She was so incredibly wet, so incredibly responsive, I was going to come before I sunk my cock within her.

"More," she snarled.

I added a third finger, spreading them to stretch her, twisting them around to touch every bit of her inner walls. She dripped for me, but was it enough?

"You're amazing," I growled against her neck. "You're going to take my cock so well."

"Stop teasing me about it and fucking give it to me!"

My laugh snorted out. Where had my prim and proper librarian gone? She'd been replaced by a wildcat, and I loved it.

Loved her.

I'd fallen so fast and so deep. There was no turning back. No turning away from Bailey.

I moved my fingers faster, driving them up into her slick core while stroking her thumb with my clit. My cock was on fire and if she kept releasing those moans, I was going to shatter before I'd sunk within her.

When she began to shudder around my fingers, I lifted my head, locking my gaze on hers. I wanted to feel it. See it. And then drink from her pleasure.

"You're amazing, mate," I said again, whispering the words. "Come from my fingers, love, and then I'm going to make you come again from my cock."

She bucked against me, unrestrained and free with need consuming every part of her body.

"Do it," I growled. "Let go. Give it to me."

Her back bowed as she surrendered, and she cried out my name.