Page 93 of The Rogue

But she couldn’t deny her need any more than she could deny him. And as he began to sink inside her,inch by agonizing inch, it was like she understood something that was both basic and complex that had always eluded her. Something deep and raw and honest.

This was what sex was. She’d had sex. More times that she could count. But it had never been this.

The feeling of this man deep inside of her surpassed everything.

Their connection was more than just physical. Physically, he was a gloriously attractive human being; physically, he appealed to her in every way. But there was something deeper, something more real. A rawness that burned between them when he pushed his way into her.

When he was buried all the way to the hilt, he looked at her, intense fire burning in his eyes, and she felt undone. His breathing was fractured, and her own need was so intense that she could barely breathe.

Then he began to move. A pained expression on his familiar face, the action between them so new, so intense that it was like they were strangers. But they weren’t.

Because it was Justice. Her Justice, and she could never unknow that.

You couldn’t unhammer a nail.

She would never be able to go back to the way things had been before. To not knowing this. To not knowing that he fit perfectly inside of her. To not knowing that when he thrust deep, he reached parts of her that no one ever had.

When the pleasure started to build inside of her it was a deeper, richer pleasure than what had come before. It was beyond sanity. Beyond words.

They were both breathing hard. She put her hand on his chest, could feel his heart thundering.

She could feel her own need mounting into something impossible. Building and building until it was like a skyscraper of desire that she didn’t think she would ever be able to reach the top of.

But failing to do it might kill her.

She wrapped her legs around his lean hips, and he began to drive deeper, harder. Her name was a prayer on his lips, the desperation there fueling the need inside of her.

Justice.

She rocked her hips up against his and he reached beneath her hips, holding her up against him as he thrust down. Like they couldn’t get close enough, like he couldn’t go deep enough. Like there would never be enough.

“Rue,” he said, against her mouth, and that was when she shattered. Every other time had been waves. Rolling and rolling within her, making her cry out. But this was something else. Like she had been reduced to a million crystal pieces, undone, but more beautiful than she’d been before.

Justice.

She was saying his name over and over again, wouldn’t have been able to stop herself if she tried.Justice. This man destroyed her. In every single way.

And yet she felt reborn. Remade.

New.

He pressed his forehead to hers, and he kissed her. And that was when she knew it would be okay. Thatwas when she knew that he was as undone as she was. And maybe there was no first that she could give them, but it was something.

It could never be nothing.

He’d said that. She believed him. Because she trusted him.

They held each other, breathing hard.

“I didn’t know,” she said. “I just didn’t know that it could... I really didn’t know.”

“Me neither,” he said.

She looked up at him, and she didn’t know what to say to that.

She touched his face. “Thank you.”

His smile curved, just on one side of his mouth. “You’re welcome.”

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