Page 29 of Sacrifice

Her voice breaks as her orgasm washes over her, and I feel the pride of conquest swell within me. This is just the beginning; I’m going to take her to heights she’s never known, again and again, until there’s no doubt left in her mind—I’m the only one who can satisfy her like this.

“Please, I need you inside me,” Aisling pants out, her voice a ragged edge of desperation. But I’m not done savoring her, not done showing her that this—us—it’s different from anything she’s known with the alphas.

“No, love,” I rasp against the slick heat of her flesh. “Not yet.”

Her hips jerk, seeking friction, seeking me in ways that test my restraint. But I’m determined to take this slow, to draw out every shudder and moan, to etch this moment into her memory so deeply she’ll feel it in her bones long after tonight.

I pin her hips with my hands, keeping her still as I lavish attention on the tender skin below her belly button. “You chose me, Aisling. Now let me show you why you’ll keep choosing me.”

“Rook, please,” she whimpers, but there’s a note of surrender in her plea that tells me she’s mine—all mine for the taking, whenever I decide to claim her fully.

I can’t help the smug grin that curls my lips as I continue to worship her body with my mouth, tracing every contour with my tongue, committing the taste of her to memory.

This is more than lust; it’s a claiming, a promise of things to come.

“Trust me,” I murmur against her heated skin. “I’ll give you what you need, but on my terms. You’re going to feel everything I have to give, Aisling.”

A surge of heat rises up from her core, and I feel it against my lips—the trembling wave of her release. She’s coming apart at the seams, and her grip in my hair tightens, a sweet pain that only fuels my desire. Her heel digs into my back, one particularly sharp prod drawing a muffled grunt from me. But the sting is nothing compared to the rush of knowing I’m the one bringing her to these heights.

“Rook…” Her voice is a breathless cascade, a siren’s call that beckons me to the surface.

I stand, feeling the pull of muscles, the primal urge to cover her body with mine. Our lips crash together in a chaotic dance, tongues tangling with the raw edge of need.

“Need you,” she whines, her voice laced with urgency that sends a jolt straight to my groin.

“I know…but I’m taking my time, love,” I whisper against her lips, though every fiber of my being screams to take her right here, right now.

I guide her towards the wall, the bed an afterthought, too distant for the immediacy of our hunger. Her back hits the cool surface, and I press against her, our bodies a perfect puzzle of longing and lust.

“Rook, now,” she begs, nails scraping down my chest, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

“Say it again,” I command, needing to hear the words spill from her lips, to cement this moment, to know that it’s me she wants beyond all reason.

“Please, Rook… I need you.”

The world narrows down to her plea, her desire, and in the next heartbeat, I’m ready to stake my claim.

I spin her around with a growl, pressing her palms against the wall. She’s gasping, chest heaving, and I’m right there with her, breaths mingling in the charged air between us. Her grey eyes are wild, reflecting a storm of passion that matches my own tempest.

“Stay like this,” I command, my voice rough as my hands snake up to hike her dress over her hips. Her skin is a canvas of moonlight, and I worship it with my mouth, trailing kisses along her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat. My tongue glides over the raised flesh of bite marks—reminders of her bonds with the alphas—but tonight, she’s mine.

“Rook…” The way she whispers my name, it’s a sin and a prayer all at once.

“Shh,” I hush her gently, even as my body aches to be inside her. I reach for my sweats, yanking them down just enough with shaky hands.

“Keep those hands there,” I remind her, and she nods, a flush creeping down her throat.

My pants drop just enough, and then I’m exposed, hard and aching. Aisling shifts, rolling her hips back towards me, and I nearly lose the last shred of control I have when I feel the slick heat of her against my cock.

“Fuck, Aisling,” I swear under my breath, the sensation nearly undoing me. But I hold back, because this moment, it needs to be perfect. It’s not just about the sex—it’s about proving to her, to myself, that what we have is more than just primal instinct.

I tease her, letting just the tip of me press into her warmth before I retreat. The frustrated whimper she lets out is music to my ears, but it’s not enough. I need her to say it—to confirm that this isn’t just about carnal needs.

“Tell me,” I demand, my voice low and rough with desire. “Tell me you want me.”

Her hands curl against the glossy paint of the wall, pressing hard against it. She tilts her head back, exposing the line of her throat, her breath coming in short gasps.

“Please, Rook…I want you.” Her voice breaks, a mix of desperation and undisguised lust. “I want you so fucking bad.”

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