Page 19 of Caged By the Orc

"You're not a prisoner!" he bellows, his hot breath washing over my face. The intensity in his eyes makes me flinch, but I stand my ground.

"Then what am I, Sarod?" I challenge, my voice rising to match his. Adrenaline courses through my veins, knowing this could end badly for me. "What exactly am I to you? Just another conquest? A toy to be played with and discarded?"

For a moment, he seems at a loss for words, conflict clear in his amber eyes. I can see the struggle within him, the battle between his pride and something deeper, something he's trying desperately to hide. His jaw clenches, and his hands grip my wrists even tighter. The tension in the air is so thick I can barely breathe.

Then, without warning, he crushes his lips against mine in a bruising kiss. It's fierce and passionate, filled with all the words he can't seem to say. His large hand move to grip my throat instead of my wrist, as if to remind me that he owns me completely.

Despite myself, I feel my body responding, a warmth spreading through me like wildfire. My hands, seemingly of their own accord, grip at his muscular chest, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. Even as my mind reels in confusion, my traitorous heart races, and I can't help but melt into his embrace.

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SAROD

Ipull away from her lips, my breath ragged. The cool night air of the garden does nothing to quell the inferno raging inside me. I stare down at Josie, her eyes wide but defiant, lips swollen from our kiss. My hands pin her wrists to the damp garden ground, her body warm beneath mine.

"You're mine, Josie," I growl, voice thick with lust and something else—something primal, possessive. "You think I'd let you escape that easily?"

She arches an eyebrow, a sensual smirk playing on her lips. "Yours, huh?" Her voice is a husky whisper, teasing. She shifts slightly, her hip brushing against me, sending a jolt of desire coursing through my veins. "Prove it, Sarod."

A low groan escapes me, and I claim her mouth again, harder this time. She responds in kind, teeth nipping at my lower lip, drawing a flush of heat from deep within. Our tongues tangle, a dance of dominance and submission, give and take. Her hands, now free, grip my shoulders, pulling me closer.

I trail kisses down her neck, feeling her pulse quicken under my lips. Her scent, flowery and sweet, fills my nostrils. It's intoxicating. I need more. I tug at her shirt, growling insatisfaction as buttons scatter across the grass. She gasps as her fingers dig into my back.

Her hands find the hem of my tunic, pulling it up and over my head. Cool air hits my skin, but her touch sets me ablaze again. I feel her fingers trace the scars on my back, a light touch that sends shivers down my spine. Not from cold, but from need.

My lips continue to brush against her soft skin. She shivers, whether from the cool night air or my touch, I can't tell. Her breath hitches as I move lower, exploring every inch of her like it's my territory to conquer. And fuck, it is.

"You're mine, Josie," I murmur against her collarbone, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my lips. She starts to protest, but I cut her off with a stern look. "Say it."

She swallows hard, her eyes locked onto mine. Defiance flickers in her gaze, but it's mixed with something else—lust, need, desire. "I'm yours," she whispers, voice barely audible yet filled with so much intensity it makes my cock throb.

I smirk, satisfied, and continue my descent. Her skin is salty with sweat, sweet with her own unique scent. It's intoxicating. I nip at the delicate flesh around her navel, drawing out a gasp from deep within her. Her body squirms beneath me, seeking more, wanting more.

My fingers hook into the waistband of her pants, tugging them down roughly. She lifts her hips to help, eager despite her earlier defiance. I chuckle low in my throat, a sound of triumph and anticipation. "Good girl," I murmur, and she blushes, turning her face away as if embarrassed by her own compliance.

But she doesn't stop me. Not when I slip her clothes off completely, leaving her bare before me. Not when I grip her thighs, spreading them wide so I can see all of her. Her pussy glistens with arousal, ready and waiting just for me.

I lean in, inhaling her scent deeply. It's heady, musky, fucking perfect. I blow a soft breath against her sensitive flesh,watching as goosebumps rise on her skin. Her hips buck slightly, seeking contact, but I hold back, teasing her.

"Tell me again, Josie," I demand, my voice a low growl. "Tell me who you belong to."

She groans, half in frustration, half in need. "You, Sarod," she admits, her voice a breathy moan. "I belong to you."

A satisfied grin spreads across my face. "Damn right, you do." And with that, I lean in, licking her pussy with one long, sensual stroke. Her taste explodes on my tongue, sweet and tangy all at once. She cries out, her hands fisting in my hair as I continue to devour her, claiming every inch of her body as mine.

I lay my palms flat on Josie's inner thighs, feeling the muscles quiver beneath her soft skin. My tongue flicks over her clit, circling, teasing, drawing out gasps and moans from deep within her. Her hips buck against my mouth, seeking more friction, more pressure. I can feel her tension building, her body coiling like a spring ready to snap.

"Sarod... I'm... I'm almost..." Her voice is breathless, desperate. Her fingers tangle in my hair, gripping tight, pulling me closer.

But I pull back, a wicked grin spread across my face. Her eyes fly open, meeting mine, filled with frustration and need. "Not yet, sweetheart," I murmur, enjoy her impatience. "Not until I say so."

I kneel over her as I unfasten my belt, the leather slipping through the buckle with a soft hiss. Her gaze drops to my hands, watching as I free my cock from the confines of my pants. It's thick, hard, throbbing with every beat of my heart. A flicker of apprehension crosses her face, but it's quickly replaced by hunger.

I grip her hips with ease, pulling her towards me. She doesn't fight me as I do this. The head of my cock presses against her entrance, slick and warm. Her breath hitches, her body tensingin anticipation. I lean over her, one hand braced beside her head, the other guiding myself into her.

"You're mine, Josie. Never forget that," I growl, my voice a deep rumble. And with one rough thrust, I bury myself inside her.

She cries out, a sound that's half-pain, half-pleasure. Her nails dig into my back, clinging to me as her body adjusts to the intrusion. I groan, the sensation of her tight heat around me almost too much to bear. She feels fucking amazing.