Page 30 of Sacrifice

That’s all it takes.

Her plea, raw and honest, shatters the last of my restraint. Omega slick glistens on her thighs, a testament to her readiness, coating my cock as I position myself at her entrance once more.

“Fuck, Aisling…” I growl, and my hands slide under the hem of her dress, skimming over the soft skin of her hips before finding their way to her breasts. There’s a fierceness in my touch, tempered by the tenderness that she alone awakens within me.

She arches into my hands, her body singing with tension. “Please…” she begs, the word hanging between us, heavy and thick with promise.

“Say it again.” It’s a command, laced with the dark thrill of our connection.

“I need you, Rook. Please…” Her voice is a ragged symphony of desire, every note strung tight with need.

That’s when I give in, thrusting deep, burying myself inside her in one smooth, powerful stroke. She clenches around me, so bloody perfect that for a moment, I can’t breathe. I’m rooted to the spot, overwhelmed by the sensation, by the heat and the tightness and the rightness of being here, inside Aisling.

“Jesus, love…” I lean in close, my lips barely brushing the shell of her ear as I whisper, “The way your cunt squeezes my cock is so bloody perfect…”

Her breath hitches, and beneath me, I feel her tremble. Her response is not just physical—it’s emotional, a bond that winds tighter with each shared breath, each beat of our hearts.

In this moment, it’s just Aisling and me, and the world be damned.

I feel her shudder, her body clenching around me like a vise. The wet warmth of her arousal coats me, and I can’t help the groan that escapes my lips. My hand slides down her torso, fingertips finding the swollen nub of her clit. I circle it once, twice, and she’s coming undone beneath my touch.

“Rook…oh God—” Her voice is a ragged whisper, filled with the sweet agony of release.

“Look at you, love,” I murmur as I start moving within her again, setting a rhythm that has us both gasping for air. “So responsive, so ready.”

I use both hands now, one teasing her breast, pinching her nipple just the way she likes it, the other relentless on her clit.

“Fuck, the noises you make…” My words are half-growl, half-purr, all desire. “You’re music to my ears, Aisling. Sinful, perfect music.”

She writhes against me, caught in the throes of pleasure, making those sinful noises that drive me wild. My hips snap against hers with increasing urgency, each thrust punctuated by the slick sound of our bodies meeting.

“Tell me how much you need this,” I coax, leaning in to nip at her earlobe. “Tell me you want me, Aisling.”

“Yes, I need you—I need you so fucking bad.” Her plea is fervent, her body speaking volumes as she meets each of my thrusts with one of her own.

“Good girl,” I praise, feeling the familiar coil of heat in my belly. “That’s it, love. Come for me again.”

I feel the shudder ripple through her, a sweet sign she’s tipping over again. I push us both to the brink, my grip on her tightening. She’s clenching around me, hard and fast. With one more firm grind against that perfect spot inside her, she’s coming undone, her pleasure crashing into me like waves.

“Rook…” Her voice is a thin thread of sound.

“Shh,” I hush her gently but firmly as I ease out of her, missing the warmth immediately. Aisling whimpers, a raw noise of need that twists in my chest. But I’ve got plans for us, and it involves changing the playing field. In one swift move, I scoop her up, her legs instinctively circling my waist as if they’re meant to be there.

“Hold on to me,” I command, my breath ragged as I pin her once again against the wall. My lips crash onto hers, hungry and claiming, and I press her back hard against the cool plaster. It’s a feral kiss, all teeth and tongue, and her nails dig into my shoulders, sparking a fire in my veins.

“Rook, please,” she pants against my mouth, her hips grinding down, seeking mine.

“Patience, love,” I mutter, though my own restraint is fraying at the edges. Every part of me screams to be back inside her. Without breaking our desperate kiss, I guide myself to her entrance, teasing us both with the promise of what’s to come.

Then I thrust back in, hard, both of us groaning at the contact.

And I lose the last of my control.

The rhythm we find is primal, unyielding. Her back slams against the wall with each forceful drive, the sound mingling with our labored breaths.

“Fuck, Aisling,” I swear under my breath. “You’re unreal.”

She grips my hips, pulling me deeper, her grey eyes glazed with a lust that mirrors my own. She feels incredible, tight and hot and mine. My end is nearing, faster than I want, an uncontrollable tide.

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