Page 51 of The Orc Protector's Secret Baby

"Today has been one of the best days of my life," Cagan says, his voice filled with emotion. "Besides meeting you and finding out about Amira, this day tops them all."

I smile, my eyes twinkling with happiness. "I feel the same way, Cagan. It feels like everything we've been through has led us to this perfect moment."

He takes my hands in his, and I feel the softness of his skin against the roughness of my own. "I remember the first time I saw you," he continues, his thoughts drifting back. "You were so strong, so determined. I knew then that you were different, that you were someone I wanted to know."

"And I remember thinking you were the most intriguing, yet terrifying thing I had ever met," I reply, my smile widening. "But your strength, your gentleness... I couldn't resist you."

"Then, finding out about Amira," he says, his voice softening. "The day I discovered she was mine... I can't even describe the joy I felt. She brought a light to my life that I never knew was possible."

My eyes glisten with unshed tears. "Amira is our miracle. She’s a testament to our love, our resilience."

Cagan pulls me close, wrapping his arms around me. “I want you to know how grateful I am for you, for us, and for our family. You and Amira are everything to me."

I rest my head against his chest, and we stand there, holding each other, savoring the peace and contentment of the moment. The world outside our door may be filled with uncertainties, but here, in our home, we have found our sanctuary.

"To us," I whisper, lifting my head to look into his eyes. "To our love, our future, and our precious Amira."

"To us," he echoes, leaning down to take my mouth. He kisses me passionately, pouring all the love and desire he's ever held in his heart into that single moment. His lips are soft and warm against mine, responding with equal fervor. I can feel the heat rising between us, the anticipation of what's to come.

His hands find the delicate fabric of my ceremonial gown, tracing the intricate patterns embroidered into the ivory silk. Slowly, he begins to untie the laces at the back, his fingers working with careful precision. Each knot he undoes brings us closer, and I can feel my breath hitch in anticipation.

As the gown loosens, it slips from my shoulders, revealing the smooth, tan skin beneath. The flowers in my hair shift slightly, some petals falling to the floor, but they only add to the romance in the room. I let the gown fall to the ground, pooling around my feet, and take a moment to admire him. His body, strong and commanding.

He kisses me again, more deeply this time, his hands roaming over my now-exposed body. He feels the curve of my waist, the rise and fall of my breathing, the subtle tremors of excitement. Each touch, each kiss, is a testament to the bond we share.

My fingers trace the contours of his face, moving down to the broad expanse of his chest. I tug at his shirt, and he helps me remove it, eager to feel my skin against his. The warmth of his body presses against me, and I revel in the sensation, the closeness we've longed for.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers against my lips, his voice thick with emotion. "I still can't believe you're mine."

"And you're mine," I respond, my voice a soft murmur. "Tonight, and always."

We move together, our bodies fitting perfectly as we find the bed. The sheets are cool against our heated skin, a stark contrast that heightens our senses. He lays me down gently, positioning himself above me, and looks into my eyes. In them, I see the love, trust, and desire that mirrors my own.

He kisses my neck, trailing down to my collarbone, savoring the taste of my skin. My hands grip his shoulders, pulling him closer, and I can feel his heart racing in tandem with mine. Each kiss, each touch, is an exploration, a rediscovery of the intimacy we've built together.

As Cagan continues to undress me, his hands move with a reverence, treating my body as the sacred vessel it is. I arch beneath him, my breath coming in soft gasps, and I know that he feels the same overwhelming connection that I do. This moment, this joining of our bodies and souls, is the culmination of our journey, the solidifying of our vows.

My fingers are nimble and sure as they move to unfasten his pants. I start with his belt, my hands deftly undoing the buckle, and then I tug at the waistband of his trousers, helping him out of them. He kicks them aside, eager to be free of anything that separates us.

My eyes never leave his, and there's a fire in them that matches my own. The intensity of his gaze makes my heart race, and he reaches out to cup my face, pulling me into another deep, lingering kiss. My fingers trail down his chest, exploring the ridges of his muscles, the scars that tell the story of his life. Each touch is tender, reverent, and I feel worshiped in his hands.

I look up at him, my eyes roaming over his body, and I feel a flush of heat as my gaze lingers. "You're perfect," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of my heavy breathing. My hands move to his waist, pulling him closer, and I revel in the sensation of his skin against mine. The warmth of his body, the firmness of his muscles, it's all I can think about.

As we explore each other, our movements are synchronized, each touch and kiss a reflection of the deep bond we share. My hands are everywhere, tracing the lines of his muscles, memorizing each contour. His touch is electric, sending jolts of pleasure through me, and I can't help but moan in response.

He kisses me deeply, his hands moving to cup my breasts, feeling the rapid beat of my heart beneath his palms. The sensations are overwhelming, a heady mix of desire and love that threatens to consume me. Every moment with him is a gift, and I want to savor each second, make it last forever.

"Cagan," I murmur against his lips, my voice rough with emotion. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Hayden," he whispers back, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "More than words can say."

Cagan's kisses are intoxicating, each one pulling me deeper into the spell of our shared desire. He reaches between my legs, his fingers sliding over my smooth skin, seeking the core of my need. As he touches me, I feel the warmth and wetness that tells him I am ready for him, my body as eager as his. The knowledge sends a thrill through me, a primal satisfaction that I want this as much as he does.

"Hayden," he murmurs, his voice thick with passion. "You feel amazing."

My eyes meet his, dark with desire, and I nod, my breath coming in short, heated bursts. "I need you, Cagan. Now."

He positions himself above me, our bodies pressed close together. I can feel the heat radiating from him, the way my body trembles with anticipation. With one hand, he guides himself to my entrance, pausing for a moment to savor the sensation of being so close, so intimately connected.