Page 43 of The Orc Protector's Secret Baby
And then he's kissing me, his lips soft and insistent against my own. I melt into him, my arms winding around his neck as I return the kiss with equal fervor. It starts gentle, almost reverent, a slow, thorough exploration of each other's mouths.
But soon, the heat between us begins to build, the kiss turning deeper, more urgent. Cagan's tongue sweeps into my mouth, tangling with my own in a dance that sends shivers racing down my spine. I moan softly, pressing closer, my fingers tangling in his hair as I lose myself in the taste and feel of him.
His hands roam my body, skimming over my curves and planes with a possessive, almost desperate edge. I arch into his touch, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he maps out every inch of my skin, setting me ablaze with his touch.
"Cagan," I manage, my voice a breathless, needy thing. "Please..."
He growls, low and primal, and then he's lifting me into his arms, carrying me towards the bedroom with long, purposeful strides. I cling to him, my heart hammering in my chest as anticipation and desire courses through my veins like wildfire.
He lays me down on the bed, his body covering mine in a delicious press of hard muscle and heated skin. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him against me.
The only sounds in this room are our heavy breathing into the night.
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Our kiss deepens, becoming urgent and needy, as if we're both trying to make up for lost time. The taste of her is intoxicating, familiar yet new after all this time apart. I feel her heartbeat against my chest, echoing the rapid thrum of my own.
We break apart, gasping for breath, our foreheads resting against each other. "I can't believe you're here," I murmur, my voice barely more than a breath.
Hayden smiles, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "I'm here Cagan, and we will never be apart again.” she says.
Her words send a surge of warmth through me. I kiss her again, more passionately this time. She responds with equal fervor, her body pressing against mine in a way that makes me dizzy with desire.
Our surroundings fade away, leaving just the two of us at this moment. I feel like I'm drowning in her, in the feel of her lips, the scent of her skin, the sound of her breath hitching in response to my touch. This is what I've been yearning for, what I thought I'd lost forever.
Our movements are frantic and uncoordinated. I lower her onto the bed cushions, following her down, never breaking our kiss. Her hands slide along my muscles, her touch sending shivers down my spine. I pull back just enough to look into her eyes, seeing the same hunger and love reflected back at me.
"Hayden," I whisper, my voice hoarse with need. "I love you."
"I love you too, Cagan," she replies, her voice trembling with emotion.
As our touches grow more bold, I feel an overwhelming urge to hold her even closer, to feel her against me without any barriers. I slide my hands under her thighs and lift her up, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist. She gasps, a soft, breathy sound that sends a thrill through me.
"I can't wait, Hayden," I murmur against her lips, my voice rough with desire. "I need to be inside you."
Her eyes darken with the same need, and she nods, biting her lower lip.
I trail kisses down her neck, savoring the way she arches into me, her soft moans driving me wild. "I've missed you so much," I murmur against her skin, my hands exploring every inch of her body. "Every day, I thought about you. About us."
"I missed you too," she gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "I never stopped loving you, Cagan."
With deliberate slowness, I reach for the waistband of her pants, my fingers grazing her skin as I begin to slide them down. She lifts her hips to help me, and I discard the fabric to the side, leaving her in just her underwear. I pause for a moment, taking in the sight of her—flushed, vulnerable, and utterly beautiful.
I trace my fingers lightly over her stomach, feeling the slight softness that wasn’t there before. The evidence of her carrying our daughter. My heart swells with a profound mix of love, pride, and awe. “You’re so beautiful, Hayden,” I whisper, my voice filled with reverence. “Every part of you.”
She blushes, a lovely pink spreading across her cheeks. “My body isn’t the same… after Amira, ”she starts, her voice uncertain.
I silence her with a gentle kiss, my lips lingering on hers. “I know,” I say softly as I pull back. “And I love you even more for it. You created life, Hayden. Our daughter. Every change, every mark, is a testament to how strong and incredible you are.”
She cups my face with her hands, pulling me down for another kiss. It’s slower this time, filled with emotion and gratitude.
“Cagan,” she breathes, her hands tangling in my hair as I kiss and caress her. The sound of her voice, the way she says my name, is my undoing.
I take my time removing her underwear, savoring the sight of her fully exposed beneath me. She’s breathtaking, every curve and line a reminder of our shared past and the future we’re building together. I undress quickly, eager to feel skin against skin, and settle back over her, my body aligning with hers.
The moment is electric, charged with the weight of everything we’ve been through and the promise of everything to come. As I enter her again, slow and deliberate, it feels like coming home. We move together, our bodies and souls reconnecting, each touch, each kiss, reaffirming our love.