Page 109 of Rogue Mission

I love it.

God, I love it.

“So tight,” he grits out, slowing just enough to make me whimper. “Right around my base. Fuck, I can barely hold on.”

He’s barely in control.

When I grind my hips into him, testing the edge of his restraint, he growls — a low, primal warning that sends ashiver straight down my spine. “Oh, fuck, babe. You’re playing a dangerous game.”

And I am.

I want to see him lose control.

He slides almost all the way out. I clench instinctively, aching, waiting, before he slams back in, full force.

“Yes!” I cry out, body bouncing against the unforgiving door.

If we’re not careful, we’ll crash into the hallway. “You’re going to break the door!”

He grabs me to him, swivels around and tosses me onto the bed.

When I recover from squealing in surprise, I laugh. “God, you’re a beast tonight.”

“For you,” he grates out, crawling over my body. “On your stomach. Now.”

I roll obediently, my entire body pulsing with need as my fists clench the plaid blanket Walton’s used as a bedspread.

Behind me, Justice’s eyes are searing my skin. He’s looking at me. Still as a predator who knows his prey can’t get away.

It’s impossible not to whimper.

Roughly, he says, “You might regret asking for me to take you hard when you feel me behind you.”

The next sound I make comes from my core as my thighs clench. There’s wetness slipping out of me, burning hot against my inner legs.

He growls, rasps hotly, “I’m redlined here, Rosalie.”

The sharp, rough tone he uses makes my body jump. Knowing I’ve driven him to the point of chaos sends a pleasurable thrill through me.

From the corner of my eye, I can see him fisting his cock, he leans over me, planting one hand on the bed next to my shoulder.

“Spread your thighs for me.”

“Yes, anything you want.” My reply is instant. Breathy. Truthful. I’m in complete surrender.

I never knew I wanted this with a man. But he makes me safe. Completely letting go is amazing. Reaching below me, he finds my clit, rubbing it with his middle finger as he hoists my hips up. “I want this beautiful ass in the air.”

I gasp when he jerks me back against him, wedging his length between my cheeks, grinding without penetrating.

“Need you ready,” he says next to my ear. “Need you extra wet for when I lose control.”

“Oh my god,okay.” I’m shaking below him, my body clenching around his fingers.

Sensation rolls through me, zinging electrical pulses every time he strokes me inside with the hook and turn of his fingers.

“You like that, baby?”

I nod into the blanket. “Feels so good.”