Page 103 of The Rookie

He’s so controlled, so focused, drawing out every single reaction from me like he’s conducting a damn symphony.

I’m helpless against it, helpless against him.

And I don’t want him to stop.

Not now.

Not ever.

I know this isn’t forever.

But I’m going to damn well enjoy every second of it while it lasts.

I don’t know how long he keeps me like this—pinned beneath him, held open for him, his body moving in slow, deep, deliberate thrusts that make me ache everywhere at once.

I’m writhing, clenching around him, my nails digging into his back, my breath coming in ragged moans that I don’t even try to control anymore.

“Fuck, Griffin?—”

“Mmm, I know, baby.” His voice is low, smooth, completely in control, even as he grits his teeth, fighting to keep his pace steady. “I know exactly how good it feels.”

I let out a strangled sound, my hips rising to meet his, but just as the tension starts to tighten, coil, threaten to snap?—

He pulls out.

Completely.

I gasp, my eyes flying open, my entire body throbbing in protest. “What?—?”

Griffin grins against my throat, dragging his lips down my skin, completely unbothered by my frustration.

“Told you I was taking my time.”

“You can’t just—” I try to sit up, but he presses me back down with one strong hand, his weight holding me in place.

“Oh, I can.” His smirk is dangerous as he slides lower, his mouth tracing a path down my stomach, down, down?—

My breath stutters, my hands flying into his hair just as his tongue flicks over me.

His groan is low, deep, vibrating through me as he spreads me wider, latching onto me with slow, torturous precision.

I cry out, back arching, pleasure spiking so sharp and sudden I swear I can’t breathe.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I was so close before.

Now? Now I’m wrecked.

Griffin takes his time—lapping, teasing, exploring, his tongue relentless, his hands gripping my thighs, holding me exactly where he wants me.

His name slips from my lips like a prayer, over and over, my fingers tugging at his hair, my legs trembling around his shoulders.

“Please, please?—”

He hums against me, satisfied and smug, and just as I teeter right on the edge, he slides two fingers inside, curling them perfectly.

I break.

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