Page 33 of Caged By the Orc

"Feel good?" he grunts.

I nod, leaning into his touch. "Mmm-hmm."

His hands move lower, kneading the tension from my back, drawing out another moan from deep within me. I can feel the heat of his gaze on my skin, his breath hot on my neck. His fingers dip beneath the waistband of my pants, sending a jolt of anticipation coursing through me.

"Sarod," I whisper, the anticipation driving me wild. It doesn't matter that I'm still aching and bruised in some places. I want him. Ineedhim.

He growls in response, his hands sliding further down, cupping my ass and pulling me against him. I can feel his desire pressing against me, his body hard and ready. I gasp as his lips find the sensitive spot on my neck, his teeth grazing against my skin.

"Tell me what you want, Josie," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble in my ear. "I don't have to do this if you don't want to."

I hesitate for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. But the warmth of his touch, the hunger in his voice, it draws out a boldness in me that I never knew existed. I turn to face him, my eyes meeting his.

"I want you, Sarod," I say, my voice steady and sure. "I want all of you."

A fierce hunger flashes in his eyes, his grip on me tightening. He captures my mouth with his, his kiss fierce and demanding. I open up to him, my hands sliding up to tangle in his dark hair as I pull him closer.

His hands roam over my body yet again, his touch growing more insistent, more intimate. He trails kisses down my neck, his fingers deftly unbuttoning my shirt. I shudder as he pushes the fabric aside, his lips finding the swell of my breasts.

I gasp as he takes one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. My body arches into his touch, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I beg for more. He complies, swirling his tongue around my nipple and sucking on it gently before moving to the next one. My hand grips at his scalp, moaning softly at his movements.

The air between us grows hot and heavy, filled with the scent of our desire. I can feel the tension building within me, my bodyaching for release. Sarod seems to sense it too, his touch growing more urgent, more demanding.

He lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me to his bedroom. He sets me down onto the bed and Sarod positions himself over me, his amber eyes locked onto mine.

Before I know it, he's already undressing himself and pulling the rest of my clothes off as well. His penis, large and throbbing, springs up to hit his abdomen. With his cock in hand, he enters me gently, his movements slow and controlled. I gasp at the intrusion, my body tensing for a moment before relaxing into his touch. He starts to thrust, his pace steady and deliberate, mindful of the bruises that mar my skin.

"More, Sarod," I whisper, my voice ragged with desire. "I need more."

He growls, his grip on my hips tightening. "You sure, Josie? I don't want to hurt you."

I nod, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "Please, I can take it. I want it."

Sarod searches my face, seeing the truth in my eyes. He pulls out, only to flip me onto my stomach. His hands roam over my back, tracing the curve of my spine before gripping my hips again. He enters me from behind, his thrusts deeper, harder. I moan, my body pressing back against his, meeting each thrust with eager anticipation.

"Yes," I gasp, my fists clutching the sheets. "Like that, Sarod. Just like that."

He leans over me, his breath hot on my neck. His teeth graze my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "You feel so good, Josie," he growls. "So fucking good."

I can only moan in response, my body consumed by the sensation of him moving inside me. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, building and intensifying withevery passing second. I can feel the tension coiling within me, my body aching for release.

Sarod's pace quickens, his grip on my hips tightening. He drives into me with a fierce intensity, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. I can hear his ragged breaths, feel the sweat dripping from his body onto mine. It's raw, primal, and I love every second of it.

"Harder," I beg, my voice barely recognizable, desperate with need. "Please, Sarod. Harder."

He complies, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, echoing off the walls like a primal rhythm. I can feel the tension reaching its peak, my body trembling with anticipation, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

"Fuck, Josie," Sarod growls, his voice strained and gutural. "You're so tight, so perfect. I can't get enough of you."

His words send me spiraling, my body convulsing with pleasure. Waves of ecstasy wash over me, leaving me breathless and shaking. Sarod continues to thrust, his pace unrelenting, drawing out my orgasm until he finds his own release. He collapses on next to me, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

We lie there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our hearts pounding in sync. I can feel his arms around me, the comforting pressure of his body against mine. It's a sensation I never want to end, a moment of pure contentment and bliss.

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SAROD

The bliss between us doesn't disappear, thankfully. We lay in bed, naked and quiet for the most part. Occasionally, she groans out as she adjusts her position, which I can only imagine is because of her injuries.