Orian’s pov
I flipped her over, my hands capturing her wrists above her head with my fingers trapping them. My eyes looked upon her ring finger with fondness reminding me that she was mine by oath and bond as I was hers.
Her back was pressed to my front, molding against my form and her ass cheeks nestled between my legs. She squirmed trying to get away from me, grinding her ass against me in the process, rubbing it over my already-hardened c**k. I bit my lip growing distracted from the braid. I was supposed to lose. My erection grew harder from her movements which she seemed oblivious to.
I felt pre-c*m seep from the tip of my c**k, the thick droplet ran down my thigh and a moan threatened to escape my lips, s**t, "Stop moving!" I growled pressing her against the ground and grinding my
