Page 32 of The Orc Protector's Secret Baby
“Hayden,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need, “are you sure about this?”
I nod, unable to find my voice. My body is aching for him, every nerve ending on fire with anticipation. “Yes, Cagan. I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
He lowers himself back down, positioning himself between my legs. His hands are gentle but firm as he spreads my thighs wider, making room for himself. I feel his tip brush against my entrance, and I shiver in response, my body instinctively arching towards him.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
I can only nod again, my heart pounding in my chest. I grip his shoulders, needing to anchor myself as he begins to push inside. The initial stretch is intense, and I gasp, my nails digging into him. He pauses, concern flickering in his eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
“Yes,” I breathe out, “please, keep going.”
He inches in further, and the sensation is overwhelming—pain and pleasure mingling together until I can hardly tell them apart. He’s so big, stretching me in ways I’ve never felt before, but it feels right. It feels like this is exactly where I’m meant to be.
“Fuck, Hayden,” he groans, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “You’re so tight.”
I moan in response, my body adjusting to his size. I can feel every inch of him, and it’s almost too much, but I crave more. “Don’t stop,” I manage to say, my voice barely more than a whisper.
He begins to move, slow and steady at first, allowing me to adjust to the sensation. The friction is intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure through me with every thrust. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing him closer.
“Cagan,” I moan, my hands clutching at his back, “you feel so good.”
He grunts in response, his pace quickening slightly. The intensity builds with each movement, and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, a pleasure so profound it almost hurts.
“Hayden, you’re incredible,” he murmurs against my ear, his breath hot and ragged. “I can’t hold back much longer.”
“Don’t,” I whisper back, my voice trembling with need. “I want it all, Cagan. Give me everything.”
With a growl, he thrusts harder, deeper, and I cry out, the pleasure cresting over me again like a tidal wave. My body tightens around him, and I feel him shudder as he reaches his own release, spilling into me with a final, powerful thrust.
For a moment, neither of us moves, both lost in the aftermath of our shared ecstasy. Then he collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms. We lie there, tangled together, our breathing slowly returning to normal.
“I love you, Hayden, I’m not sure what I would have done if something were to have happened to you,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
“I love you too, Cagan,” I reply, feeling a profound sense of contentment. In his arms, I know I am safe, loved, and exactly where I belong.
18
CAGAN
It’s been so long since that magical night with Hayden. It seems like another lifetime ago now, like a half-remembered dream. Now, I find myself running for my life, my lungs burning, through a living nightmare of fire and chaos.
Everything is ablaze, great plumes of black smoke roiling into the darkened sky as far as my eyes can see. This is a disaster of the gravest order for my clan. Acrid smoke sears my lungs with every panicked breath I take. Around me, the world I know crumbles to ash before my eyes.
I can barely see through the choking haze and the hot blood running into my eyes from a gash on my brow. In the distance come the screams of the dying. The enemy has infiltrated deep into our lands tonight, leaving utter destruction in their wake. They stain the earth red with the blood of my kin.
I fight alongside my clan, striking down foes in a desperate bid for survival, yet my heart is not fully present in this battle. For all I can think of is my beloved Hayden, alone and unprotected somewhere out in the vast wilderness beyond this carnage.
Has she seen the ominous glow of flames on the horizon from her camp? Can she hear the distant screams and clash of weapons carried on the wind? Does she know to flee this spreading havoc?
Sick fear for her safety twists my gut, each imagined scenario more horrific than the last. I never should have left her vulnerable and exposed! My mind paints gruesome images of her captured by leering invaders, abused and tormented cruelly while I am trapped here, unable to save her. Or lost and alone, weeping as bloodthirsty beasts close in through the darkness. Hayden, beloved, I pray desperately, hide yourself until I can come!
Rage and anguish war within me. Every fiber of my being strains to break from this conflict, to go to her. I roar and cut down two more enemies in my desperation. Hold on, my love! I will reach you, I vow fiercely.
I continue to cut down faceless foes, their dark blood mixing with rivers of my kinsmen's. They pour forth like an endless tide bent on our annihilation. My clan seems gravely outnumbered and we are losing ground rapidly. This battle may well be our last.
But I cannot allow myself to sink into despair, though it nips at my soul. Hayden is still out there waiting for me. So, I fight on with every scrap of strength left in my battered body, my only thought is to survive this carnage and return to my love. In this moment, her shimmering eyes and gentle smile spur me forward when all other reason flees.