“Rook…” I warn.
But instead of hightailing it out of my solitary confinement cell like he should, he seems to lose just as much control as me, because his hair starts glowing even brighter, and then his goddamn neck wobbles.
I’m only so strong, dammit.
“Fuck.”
We both move at the same time.
In an instant, we’re slapping against each other like pancakes on a skillet.
His mouth crashes onto my mine, my hands sink into his hair, and our pelvises grind against each other while my tail enters a goddamn flicking frenzy.
I need him to fuck me right now, or I’m going to explode from need.
“Let me fuck you,” he growls into my ear, like me trying to maul him with my mouthandvagina wasn’t permission enough.
“Yeah, duh. Hurry up!” I snap before I start climbing him like Mt. Everest. I need him in me ASAP.
He slams my back against the iron wall, and my adrenaline hikes up along with my shirt as he delves a hand beneath the fabric to squeeze my breast.Ohmygawdhis hand is so hot on my flesh, and he’s squeezing with just the right amount of force.
“Grab my cock,” he orders.
“Then get it out for me, asshole!”
He chuckles, and I feel his hand go between us and land on his belt. He has a whole prison guard buckle situation going on down there that I don’t have the time or the patience for, quite frankly.
My open mouth trails over his neck, my teeth grazing his pulse as he undoes his belt, buttons, zippers and hell knows what else. When I finally feel his pants drop around his ankles, I slap his hand away so that I can grind against him.
“Fuck, Sunrise. Slow down.”
Aww, he’s using my nickname during sexy times. That’s cute, but… “No.”
Wrapping my hand around him, I get the full experience of his girth. He’s thick. And heavy. And his skin is so damn soft, yet his cock is so hard, it makes my mouth water.
“You better know how to use this thing,” I tell him.
He nips my neck, scattering goosebumps over my flesh. “I know how to use it. You better know how to take it.”
Fuck, now I’m drenched.
As if he can scent it, his hand comes down to the waistband of my pants and slips inside, his thick, hot fingers skimming over my panties. My very unsexy, way too big, white cotton, prison-issued granny panties. No way in hell am I letting him see these suckers. I reach down and push my pants and underwear down at the same time just so that he doesn’t get a chance to spy what they look like.
“Eager thing, aren’t you?” he purrs.
I rip my shirt over my head, so that all I have on now is a white sports bra. I rip that off too, letting my girls hang free. I sigh at the feeling of them heavy with need, my nipples aching.
Rook’s hands come up to cup them, his fingers pinching against my pink nipples. “You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?”
I’m pretty sure I don’t look gorgeous right now, seeing as I still have taser marks on my skin and some major bedhead, but I’m not complaining.
“Shirt off,” I order him.
He holds my gaze, his fingers still plucking at my nipples hard enough to make me groan. “I give the orders when we’re fucking, Sunrise.”
“Yeah, good luck with that,” I snort. “I’m—”
My words choke off when Rook suddenly whips off his shirt because,holy fuck,he is ripped. I mean, I knew he worked out. I could tell from his biceps. But I didn’t expect his tanned, beautiful body to look likethis. His abs could form their own ice cubes.
