Page 97 of Rogue


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Maxence told her, “Don’t scream. Don’t make a sound.”

He knew what she would do instead.

She whimpered with closed lips, her eyes squeezed shut as he rocked into her, feeling her silken body along the length of himself.

Her fists rolled where he had pinned her hands above her head, the slim muscles in her wrists flexing in his grip.

Almost.

He pushed into her, rolling his hips, digging himself deeper inside her. She bucked under him, sweat misting her skin as their musk filled the room like the fresh scent of a blue sea.

He buried his cock deeply inside her.

Her eyes clenched as she tried to comply with what he wanted, but her throat worked with unvoiced screams, and her fists tightened.

Now.

He released her hands, braced himself on his elbows, and drove himself into her.

She arched under him, her hot flesh pressed against his and slipping along his length.

And her hands—

Her hands floated down to the skin on his back.

And alighted there like birds.

Her talons pressed his flesh.

And dug in.

His suffocating soul inhaled the pain with a frantic gasp.

“Don’t scream,” he whispered in her ear as he barreled into her.

Her fingernails raked the skin on his back.

She pierced his skin, clinging to him, straining for release and not to scream.

Lines of ice rose on his shoulders and lats.

Panic and rage escaped his body.

More.

Beads of sweat and blood trickled over his ribs and fell to the bed around them.

She arched, a keening scream, her body clenching him as she came, and her fingernails doing more damage.

Max sparked and caught fire.

His balls clenched. Blinding white light slammed through him, and unfolded within him, and he hung suspended in the unthinking bliss. His body and soul flooded through himself and into her.

Her breath whispered in his ear, slid around the curls of his ear, and trickled into his mind. Her words, her pleadings, her prayers.

Her hands brushed his hair away from his eyes.

Guilt and remorse thundered like storm clouds on a far horizon as they had been for days, but they didn’t roll in. He turned away from them, toward her.