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“Do you like that, my love?” His velvet whisper sets me off like a freight train, stampeding toward an inexorable climax. It’s been so long that I might just explode ... if he ever lets me get there.
“Yes,” I gasp as he worms his fingers inside me. It feels so good. I almost can’t stand it. I love having him inside me, but what I really want is his cock. I reach behind me and grasp at his loincloth, trying to raise it to get at the prize underneath.
“Is this what you’re looking for?” He pulls up his cloth, and I wrap my fingers around his meaty shaft. It positively trembles in my hand, hard as a rod of iron yet flexible like a whip.
He pulls his fingers out of me, but the momentary disappointment doesn’t last long. Next, I feel the head of his bulbous member brushing through the slick, wet, open mess of my pussy.
“Oh god, Jovak!” I cry. “Stop teasing. Just put it in me.”
“Like this?”
He pushes the head of his cock between my pussy lips, gliding inside inch by inch. I arch my back to accommodate his length while gasping at his girth. He fills me until his balls gently slap against my clit. My guttural groan encourages him to start thrusting.
My eyes flutter closed as he glides into my body with bestial, urgent thrusts. His hand knots in my hair as he presses my cheek against the stone walls of the hut. My moans and cries echo at me from off the wall right beside my lips.
He pounds into me with greater alacrity, one hand gripping my hip, the other my hair. I grind myself into him, moving my body in concert with his. Jovak’s animalistic grunts and growls of pleasure turn me on even more.
“Paige, my love,” he cries, his voice growing shrill as he strains to hold himself back. He doesn’t like to come inside me until I’ve had at least one orgasm. As long as he keeps going like this, I’m going to have one. He certainly doesn’t need to worry about that.
The slapping of our bodies mingles with the drumbeats from below. On instinct, he takes up the rhythm of the drums with his thrusts. It all becomes a cacophony of maddening pleasure so intense that my body trembles.
I feel myself racing for the precipice of the most monstrous orgasms of my life. I draw in a deep breath of air, hold it for a second, and then let it out as pulse after pulse of delight thunders through my body.
Then he comes, and I climax even harder. His cock vibrates and shakes like mad inside me as he empties. Which, of course, sets me off again. I let out cry after cry, barely able to hang on to reality.
Golden fireworks explode behind my eyelids as I ride the waves of pleasure. My fingers scrabble for purchase on the hard stone of the hut, and then he’s holding me in his arms, kissing me softly and repeatedly telling me he loves me.
What a wedding night … and we haven’t even made it into the hut yet.
20
JOVAK
Paige and I lay in each other’s arms while I stare up through the open canopy of the hut on top of Shattered Rock. Her cheek rests on the side of my chest, her breathing soft and shallow with the rhythms of sleep. Her body is draped over my own, laying on her side while I am on my back. My arm is around her shoulder, fingers loosely splayed over the deltoid while the sounds of revelry continue from below.
The moonlight pours in through the open roof. I stare up at the pockmarked surface and marvel at its beauty. It is nowhere near as beautiful as my mate, the loving woman laying by my side, but it still takes my breath away.
She stirs, and her breathing changes. I know she’s awake, but her eyes do not open.
“If this is a dream,” she says, her voice thick with recent slumber. “Don’t ever wake me.”
“I, too, feel as if this is all too good to be true. I keep expecting to wake up and find it’s all been a dream or a vision.”
It’s true. I’ve never felt so content in all of my life. I used to believe I couldn’t stand to spend all of my time at Shattered Rock, that I had to wander or I would lose my mind. Now I have a fixed point to rotate around like the North Star. My life will revolve around Paige from now on, and there’s nothing wrong with that.
“Well, I’m pretty sure this isn’t a dream,” she says, looking up through the open canopy. “I mean, I would never dream of staying in a house with no roof. What happens if it rains?”
“We get wet.”
She sits up, breasts swaying with the motion, and grabs a head cushion. Then she strikes me in the face with the cushion playfully.
“Seriously, why doesn’t this place have a roof?”
“In order to allow the moonlight inside, to aid in procreation.”
“Of course, of course. Is everything about fertility with your people?”
I laughed softly. “No, not everything. Though with how low orcish birth rates are and the rarity of female births in general, it’s not surprising that we are rather preoccupied with it. The damnable dark elves defeated us on Protheka in part because they were able to outbreed us.”
