Page 20 of The Rebel and the Rogue

“And you know what I want?”

“You know I do.”

She said nothing in response, only moved her foot across the bed, spreading her legs wider so I could see all of her. All.

Her knees fell open in silent invitation. She wouldn’t say what she wanted, couldn’t give in to that. But she showed me. Fuck, did she.

I grinned.

Reaching out, I gripped one ankle, twisted my wrist so she flipped over onto her belly. I knelt on the bed, dropped my palm onto her ass, watched the lush flesh bounce. Watched my handprint bloom pink.

She gasped at the action, looked over her shoulder at me.

If looks could kill…

I slid my hand over her pussy, felt how wet she was. Everything that had happened since we fucked in the empty game room had been foreplay for this.

She was hot. She was wet. She was ready. Oh, I wanted to play with those perfect breasts, suck on the pink tips. I wanted to finger her pussy until she came. Lick her clit until she screamed. Work a finger into her ass and see how much she begged for more.

I wanted all of that, fuck, did I.

But she’d have my cock first. I crawled up between her thighs, spread them wide before circling my arm about her waist and pulling her back so she was up on her knees. I didn’t wait, only gripped the base of my cock and aligned it with her entrance, the wet, tight core that I couldn’t forget.

I thrust deep, filled her in one long, hard stroke.

Her fingers gripped the bedding as her head came back. She cried out at the force of my cock’s invasion. Her pussy clenched and milked my cock as she adjusted, her wet welcome coating me. My balls were covered with her juices, and when I pulled back, the sounds of wet, messy sex filled the air.

I could scent her now, thick and sweet.

“More?” I taunted.

“More,” she replied immediately.

It was just as I’d thought. This was the one way we were completely compatible. Completely perfect. Completely attuned.

Everything fell away. Astra. The Coalition. The bounty. Quell. The antidote. All of it.

This was pure instinct. Basic. Primitive. Perfect.

The only thing I couldn’t do was bite. I could resist. I would, for her. She was too important to risk, too beautiful to hurt. Too fucking perfect.

As I fucked her for the second time, I knew there would be no one better suited for me. We were perfect. Together.

My handprint was bright and fierce on her pale skin, making my balls draw up. I was ready to come, but I didn’t want to see her ass or watch the way my cock disappeared inside her when I filled her with my seed.

No, I wanted to see her face, to watch her as she came. And so I pulled out. She all but snarled at me for taking away her pleasure. I flipped her easily and sank back into her.

I was so much taller I had to arch my back to meet her gaze.

“Ivy,” I said, my voice ragged, my hips losing the steady rhythm for a cadence that came from nature, driving me to take her hard and fast until I came, until I pumped all my cum into her. Marked her. Scented her so everyone would know she was mine. No bite, but a well-fucked female was obvious to all on Rogue 5.

“What?” she gasped, closed her eyes.

“You’ll come when I do.”

Her head moved back and forth on the bed. “I can’t hold off.”

“You will.”

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