Page 33 of The Savage Vow
“Bula!”
Bula glanced up at her. Something passed in her eyes, but Orlena couldn’t read it. Her hips moved on their own accord, and she rode Bula’s face. She fell back on the mattress, unashamed of how she was responding to Bula.
“Your taste. It is addicting,” Bula rasped. She circled Orlena’s opening with her finger then eased it inside. She latched on to Orlena’s swollen bud, slowly thrusting inside her. “So fecking good.”
“Oh!” Orlena gasped.
Another finger had been added. Bula’s thick fingers stretched her out. She groaned, her hips undulating off the bed. She reached out and grasped the bedding to have something to steady her. She was afraid that she would be sent to the stars if she didn’t hold on.
“Bula!”
A growl rippled from Bula who thrust her fingers into Orlena harder. They pounded deep and fast while she continued to focus on Orlena’s clit. It didn’t take much longer before Orlena’sbody shook and quaked hard. Her orgasm raced toward her and slammed into her.
A scream erupted from her, pleasure overtaking her.
Warmth flooded her center. Bula didn’t hesitate to lick every ounce of her juices that flowed from her. Orlena gasped and tried to catch her breath. She opened her eyes and took in Bula watching her. The orc’s slick face was still buried between her thighs. Those amber eyes were darkened and filled with lust…and something else.
“Bula,” Orlena whispered.
She groaned; those two thick fingers withdrew from her pulsating channel. Bula gave her another long lick then rose from the floor. She stood to her full height and removed the tiny robe. It dropped to the floor.
Orlena’s mouth went dry at the sight of the strong but feminine orc. This was no ordinary female. One didn’t have a body like this and not be a warrior or something. Orlena had so many questions floating around in her mind, but she held them back for now. She scooted backward on the bed. Bula knelt on the edge. Her heart raced at the dark gleam in Bula’s eyes.
She felt as if she were prey being stalked by a predator.
She fell back against the bed. Bula leaned over her. She planted a hand on either side of Orlena’s head. She lowered her head and paused when she was a hairsbreadth away from Orlena’s lips.
“You’re mine, little one,” Bula whispered.
A growl rose inside her, then her lips came crashing down on Orlena’s. They were hot, firm, and her tusks grazed Orlena’s face. Orlena reached up and pulled Bula closer to her. She wanted to feel her body on top of hers. She gasped at the feeling of Bula’s breasts resting on hers. She rubbed her body against hers and relished the feeling of Bula’s warm form nestled on her.
Bula broke the kiss and reached down to Orlena’s leg. She lifted it and laid it on her chest. She placed small kisses on her calf. She proceeded to straddle Orlena so their most intimate places rested on each other.
Orlena snaked her arm between them and found Bula’s swollen clit. It was large and protruded proudly. Orlena gripped it and tugged on it, drawing a growl from Bula.
“Kraz, little one. Harder. Pull on me harder,” Bula rasped.
Her hips thrust forward as Orlena did what her lover had commanded. Bula’s cunt was drenched and soaked just as much as hers. Bula slammed her pussy down on Orlena’s with a growl.
Orlena slipped her hand from between them and held on to Bula’s waist. She moaned and gasped; Bula thrust against her. Their slick centers molded to one another. Orlena’s attention was on Bula’s plump mounds. Each movement, every thrust caused them to sway. Orlena ached to take them in her mouth. She gripped Bula’s hips and continued to move.
“Feck, Orlena,” Bula growled. She bent her head down, keeping Orlena’s leg propped up on her arm.
She was wide open for the orc and loved how they fit together.
“I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you,” Bula admitted.
“I want you, too,” Orlena gasped.
She sucked in a deep breath, and a shudder rippled through Bula. Her eyes darkened; her hips quickened. Even through the intense passion that surrounded them, Orlena was amazed at how delicately Bula still treated her.
She was massive in comparison to Orlena.
She could easily hurt her, but she was always gentle.
Bula covered her mouth with hers. Nothing else mattered beyond the two of them. Orlena didn’t want to think about theworld, her job, the contract, or the fact that one day Bula would be leaving her.
Bula tore her lips from Orlena’s, and what she saw in her orc’s eyes took what little breath she had away. There in those amber eyes, Orlena felt seen.
