Page 9 of Rogue’s Reckoning

By the time dessert arrives—an amazing tiramisu that we decided to share—I'm hyper-aware of every move Rogue makes. The brush of his fingers against mine as we both reach for the spoon sends sparks through my body. The way his eyes linger on my lips as I lick a bit of cream from them makes my heart race.

As we leave the restaurant, the night air cool against my flushed skin, I feel a sense of anticipation building. Rogue's hand finds the small of my back again as he guides me to his motorcycle, and I lean into his touch.

"I don't want this night to end," I admit softly as we reach the bike.

Rogue turns to me, his eyes dark with an emotion I can't quite name. "It doesn't have to," he says, his voice low and husky.

My breath catches in my throat. I hesitate for a moment, my heart racing. Everything about this situation screams danger—I barely know this man, he's clearly involved in something risky, and I've never done anything like this before. But looking into Rogue's eyes, feeling the electricity between us, I find myself nodding.

"Okay," I whisper, surprising myself with my boldness.

A slow smile spreads across Rogue's face. He cups my cheek gently, his thumb brushing my lower lip. The tenderness of the gesture contrasts sharply with the raw desire I see in his eyes.

"You sure about this, Little Flower?" he asks, his voice rough. "Because once we start, I don't think I'll be able to stop."

A shiver runs through me at his words. "I'm sure," I say, my voice steadier than I feel.

Rogue's eyes darken further. In one swift motion, he pulls me against him, claiming my lips in a searing kiss. I gasp at the intensity of it, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue teasing mine.

I melt into him, my arms winding around his neck as I return the kiss with equal fervor. All my doubts and hesitations fade away, replaced by a burning need I've never experienced before.

When we finally break apart, we're both breathing heavily. Rogue rests his forehead against mine, his hands gripping my waist tightly.

"My place," he growls. "Now."

I nod, unable to form words. The ride to Rogue's apartment is a blur of anticipation and nervous excitement. I cling to him tightly, feeling the solid warmth of his body against mine.

As soon as we're inside his apartment, Rogue has me pressed against the door, his lips on mine once again. His hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I whimper into the kiss, overwhelmed by the sensations.

"Rogue," I gasp as he trails kisses down my neck. "I... I've never..."

He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine. "You're a virgin?" he asks, his voice a mixture of surprise and something else... reverence, maybe?

I nod, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Is that... is that okay?"

Rogue's expression softens. He cups my face in his hands, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "It's more than okay, Little Flower."

His words soothe my nerves, and I lean into his touch. "I want this," I whisper. "I want you."

A low growl rumbles in Rogue's chest. He scoops me up in his arms, carrying me to the bedroom. As he lays me gently on the bed, I'm struck by the contrast of his strength and his tenderness.

"We'll take it slow," he says thickly.

I nod, taking a deep breath. I never intended for this to happen tonight, but I’m so glad it has. I want this. I want him. I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.

THREE

ROGUE

I lay Willow down on the bed, my eyes roaming over her beautiful body. Her dark hair fans out on the pillow, her cheeks flushed with desire. I've been with many women before, but none have affected me like this shy, innocent girl. She’s not like the women I usually sleep with. Those women know the score. They want the same thing I do: a fun night filled with hot sex, and to wake up the next morning without any attachments.

"You're so beautiful," I murmur, trailing my fingers along her jawline. I’m hard as fucking stone and I’ve not even tasted her yet.

Willow shivers at my touch, her eyes wide with anticipation and a hint of nervousness. "I... I'm not sure what to do," she admits softly.

"It's okay, Little Flower. Just feel," I reassure her, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

I’ve never felt the urge to be gentle, to teach someone to fuck, but it seems to be a theme when it comes to Willow. She’s got a fucking hold over me that I can’t shake, that I don’t want to.

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