Page 18 of Rogue’s Reckoning

I knew I shouldn't be here. Shouldn't be watching her. But I couldn't stay away.

For three days, I threw myself into club business, trying to forget about Willow. The strike against the Hawks went off without a hitch, leaving their operations crippled and sending a clear message about what happens when you fuck with the Saints.

But even in the midst of the chaos and violence, thoughts of Willow kept creeping in. Her soft smile, her gentle touch, the way she looked at me like I was something precious instead of the dangerous man I know myself to be.

So tonight, instead of celebrating our victory with my brothers, I parked a little away from her dorm, debating whether or not I should go in and see her, but my thoughts left me when I saw her leave with a friend. I couldn’t hold back. I had to follow her. I needed to see her. Then I found myself parked across from the Sigma Chi house, watching as Willow entered the house with her friend. Even from a distance, I could see the tension in her shoulders, the forced smile on her face. She didn't want to be there.

Part of me wanted to go to her, to sweep her away from that scene. But I held back, reminding myself of all the reasons why that was a bad idea. I'm no good for her. My world would destroy someone as pure and innocent as Willow.

But then I saw that preppy college boy talking to her, touching her arm, leaning in close. Something snapped inside me. Before I knew it, I was off my bike, ready to storm across the street and claim what was mine.

I caught myself at the last moment, forcing myself to stay put. I had no right to be jealous, no claim on Willow. I walked away, left her hanging. If she wanted to move on with some clean-cut frat boy, that was her choice.

But then Willow came outside alone, and our eyes met across the street. And all my resolve crumbled.

Now, as we ride through the streets on my bike, Willow's arms wrapped tightly around my waist, I know I'm in too deep. There's no walking away from her now, no matter how much safer it would be for both of us.

We pull up outside my apartment, and I help Willow off the bike. Her cheeks are flushed from the ride, hair tousled by the wind. She's never looked more beautiful.

"Come on," I say gruffly, taking her hand and leading her inside.

As soon as the door closes behind us, I have her pressed against it, my lips crashing down on hers. Willow responds immediately, her arms winding around my neck as she kisses me back with equal fervor.

I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. Without breaking the kiss, I carry her to the bedroom, laying her gently on the bed.

"Rogue," she gasps as I trail kisses down her neck. "Please..."

As I trail kisses down Willow's neck, her soft gasps and pleas ignite a fire within me. My hands roam her body hungrily,reacquainting myself with every curve and dip. It's only been a few days, but it feels like an eternity since I last touched her.

"God, I've missed you," I growl against her skin, nipping gently at her collarbone.

Willow arches into me, her fingers tangling in my hair. "I've missed you too," she breathes. "So much."

I pull back slightly, drinking in the sight of her. Her hair is splayed out on the pillow, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from our kisses. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

"You're sure about this?" I ask, needing to hear her say it. "About us?"

Willow reaches up, cupping my face in her hands. "I'm sure," she says firmly. "I want this. I want you, Rogue."

Her words break the last of my restraint. I claim her lips again in a searing kiss as my hands work to remove her clothes. Willow's fingers fumble with the buttons of my shirt, and I help her, shrugging it off impatiently.

When we're both finally naked, I take a moment to worship her body with my hands and mouth. I trail kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, taking one perfect breast in my mouth as my hand teases the other. Willow writhes beneath me, soft moans escaping her lips.

"Rogue, please," she whimpers. "I need you."

I growl at her words, positioning myself at her entrance. As I push into her slowly, we both gasp at the sensation. She's so tight, so perfect around me. I have to pause for a moment, overwhelmed by the feeling of being inside her again.

"You okay?" I ask, searching her face for any sign of discomfort.

Willow nods, her eyes heavy with desire. "Yes," she breathes. "Please, don't stop."

I start to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm. Willow matches me thrust for thrust, her hips rising to meet mine. The room fills with the sounds of our mingled moans and gasps.

As I feel her start to tighten around me, I pick up the pace, driving into her harder and faster. Willow cries out, her nails digging into my back.

"That's it, Little Flower," I growl. "Come for me."

With a final cry of my name, Willow shatters beneath me. The sight of her in ecstasy, combined with the feeling of her inner walls clenching around me, pushes me over the edge. I bury my face in her neck as I follow her into bliss, her name a reverent whisper on my lips.

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