Chapter 11 #4
I did, forcing myself to relax, and he moved again—slow, careful, giving me time to adjust. It burned, but it wasn't unbearable.
And beneath the discomfort was something else—a fullness, a connection, a sense of rightness that made my chest tighten.
He was stretching me open, claiming me, and it felt incredible.
"Okay?" he asked, his voice strained.
"Okay," I whispered. "More. Give me more."
He moved again, deeper this time, and I felt every inch of him—the thickness, the heat, the way my pussy stretched to accommodate him. It was overwhelming, almost too much, but when I looked up at his face and saw the raw need there, the barely controlled restraint, something in me softened.
"More," I whispered. "I want all of you inside me."
He groaned, the sound vibrating through his chest, and pushed deeper. I felt the moment he was fully seated inside me—felt the way we fit together, the way my pussy clenched around his cock. We both went still, breathing hard, and I noticed the effort it took for him to hold back.
"Sarah," he said, his voice breaking. "You feel—Gods, you feel incredible. Your pussy is gripping my cock so tight."
I couldn't speak. Could only hold onto him as my body adjusted to the intrusion, as the burn faded and was replaced by something warmer, something that made me want to move. I felt him throbbing inside me, hot and hard and perfect.
"Kael," I managed. "You can—you can move. Please move."
He did, slow and careful, watching my face for any sign of discomfort. But there was none. Just pleasure, building with each careful thrust, each whispered word of praise, each kiss pressed to my skin. His cock dragged against my inner walls, hitting spots that made me gasp.
"That's it," he murmured, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm. "You're doing so well. So perfect. Taking my cock so beautifully."
His scent surrounded me—earthy and masculine with an edge of something wild, something uniquely Orc.
It was intoxicating, making my head spin and my body respond in ways I didn't fully understand.
Every breath I took was filled with him.
I smelled our arousal mixing, heard the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groaned.
"Sarah—fuck—"
"More," I demanded, my nails digging into his shoulders. "I want more. Harder."
He gave it to me. Still careful, still controlled, but with more force, more intensity.
The bed creaked beneath us, and I heard the slap of skin on skin, the obscene wet sounds of his cock fucking into my dripping pussy.
It should have been embarrassing, but it wasn't. It was primal and perfect and exactly what I needed.
"Touch yourself," he said, his voice rough. "I want to feel you come around my cock."
My hand slid between us, finding my clit, and the added sensation made me cry out. He watched me, his gaze hot and possessive, and the way he looked at me—like I was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen—pushed me closer to the edge.
"That's it," he growled, his hips snapping harder. "Let me see you. Let me feel you. Come on my cock, Sarah."
The pleasure built higher, sharper, coiling tight in my belly. His cock hit something deep inside me with each thrust, stretching me, filling me completely, and I could feel the pressure building, building, building—
"Kael—I'm going to—"
"Do it," he commanded. "Come for me, Sarah. Come all over my cock."
I shattered.
The orgasm ripped through me with an intensity that stole my breath, my back arching, my pussy clenching around his cock in waves of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. I cried out his name, my vision going white, and distantly I heard him groan.
"Fuck—Sarah—your pussy—so tight—"
He followed moments later, his body shuddering against mine, his cock pulsing inside me as he came. My name fell from his lips like a broken prayer, and I felt the warmth of his release filling me, hot and thick, claiming me from the inside.
We collapsed together, tangled and breathless, and I felt the weight of what we'd just done settle over me.
I'd crossed a line I could never uncross.
And I didn't regret it for a second.
We lay there for a long time, neither of us speaking. His hand traced lazy patterns on my back, and I listened to the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my ear. Our bodies were still connected, and I felt the occasional aftershock of pleasure rippling through me.
"You okay?" he asked finally, his voice rough.
"Yeah." I tilted my head to look up at him. "More than okay."
He smiled, and it was soft and genuine and completely unguarded. "Good."
I wanted to say more. Wanted to tell him how incredible that had been, how he'd made me feel safe and desired and powerful all at once. But the words stuck in my throat, tangled up with feelings I wasn't ready to name.
So instead, I just held him closer and let myself enjoy this moment.
Because in two days, it would all be over.
And I was going to make damn sure I didn't waste a single second of the time we had left.