Page 12 of Rogue’s Vow

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ROGUE

This woman, so help me god, is going to be the death of me. Independent as hell and while it’s an admiral trait, she needs to let me take the reins and deal with these bastards if I’m going to keep her alive. Because the thought of her at the hands of the Scorpions causes me to see red. My men will come around after a while. They’re going to have to because I’m not letting her go.

The way her eyes pierce me, intense, penetrating and challenging like she knows exactly what’s on my mind and doesn’t like it one little bit. I slide my hands around her waist and let them drop to her hips to draw her so close I can feel her heat.

I lean in, tracing the length of her creamy neck with my mouth, satisfied with the little purr it elicits from my little pussycat with claws. “Next time I ask you to do something you’ll do it without hesitation. I want to know where your stepdad lives, not to do him harm but to keep you safe.”

Her eyes flare, but I capture her lips, sealing her protest beneath the passion of my kiss. When I’m ready and she’s settled down, I stroke a finger down the length of her pretty little cheek, and trace her lips, the same features I’ve sealed in my memory banks for all of time. “To keep you safe, Angel. Nothing more, nothing less. I have no need for control with the exception of two things, your safety and your pleasure. In all else, you have free rein.”

Angel’s body visibly relaxes, but there’s still something hesitant in her eyes that causes me concern. Maybe it’s too soon for her after what she’s been through. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Who’s going to take care of you?”

My laugh catches her by surprise, and she purses those pretty little lips at me before giving me a dramatic huff. “I wasn’t kidding, Rogue. You know the Scorpions are not going to lie down for this, at least for long. They may let us think they’ve moved onto something else, but that’s when they’ll strike, just like a fucking snake in the grass. Just like tonight but time and time again.”

Angel’s not wrong but that’s for me to worry about and my men, whether they like the fact we’re dealing with this right now for her or not, they’ll do what I’ve asked, because every single one of them no matter the exterior grumble are loyal as fuck. And every single one of them hates the Scorpions with a passion as large as mine.

Angel’s fingers slide into my hair causing my dick to take notice.

“Fuck I love your touch, Angel.”

The little sexpot runs those nails along my scalp, stretching on tiptoes to plant little kisses all hot and wet down the length of my throat as her fingers slide to the bottom edge of my shirt.

I’m usually the one in charge, planned to make moves with her but didn’t want to rush her, but I don’t hesitate to oblige, lifting my shirt over my chest to strip it off, just like I plan to do to hers in less than a minute, right before I fuck her raw right on the top of this bar.

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ANGEL

His kiss sears me with its intensity, causing everything south to heat. One hand stays under my hair at my nape while his other slides over my ass pressing me close, letting me feel exactly what I’ve caused. It’s so hard and big but I’m not letting it scare me away.

I want this more than I’ve wanted anything in my life. Rogue wants me, doesn’t care about all my baggage, doesn’t have a clue about the innocence so many want to profit from. He just wants me.

Maybe I should play hard to get, try more to pretend that I don’t like the fact Rogue is a take charge kinda guy, but that would be a lie. Because I love everything about his confidence and strength and the way he wants to protect me from the Scorpions and even his own crew. And the way he kisses me…

His kiss makes me wet down below as he finds the zipper to my jeans and then lowers them over my hips. Everything south clenches as I shimmy out of them and pull them from my feet, pushing them past me on the floor as he lifts me bare-assed to the bar.

Rogue cups my face in his hands, kissing me before lifting the edge of my shirt and raising it over my head. My nipples turn rock hard, straining for his touch as he unsnaps my bra. I swallow down my excitement and a little bit of rational fear. “We’re doing this, here on the bar?” It’s like every dirty fantasy that I’ve ever had.

His eyes flare with desire. “I want you now.” His lips capture mine, sealing my desire with kisses as my blood heats and his hands cup my bare breasts, caressing at first, stroking my nipples. Applying just the right amount of pressure to make me squirm with need. “Rogue.”

His kiss swallows my moans as his fingers work their magic. He breaks our kiss and slides a hand to my belly, guiding me back onto the bar. “I want your pussy, Angel.”

I exhale a breath, emotions churning between fear of getting caught by one of his crew walking in on us or just the agony of waiting to feel him inside of me. He is a man of his word though and spreads my legs, holding them open with his hands as he lowers his mouth.

Even knowing what he plans, there was nothing in my experience that could have ever prepared me for the feel of his tongue on my clit. My hips move on their own accord, but a firm hand on my hips as he licks keeps me held right where he wants me, unable to squirm away from the pleasure that he gives.

My fingers clench and unclench, trying to absorb the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt and when waves and waves begin to build, he strokes me through them, licking and sucking until I’m almost ready to explode. It’s as if he has a path right to my center. “Come for me, Angel,” he growls and the dam bursts, white light hitting behind my eyes as the waves of pleasure that have been growing hit with an intensity that shakes me to my very core.

If I thought Rogue would stop, I was wrong. “This cream, it belongs to me, Angel.” His hands slide beneath my butt, caressing me as he takes what he wants, licking my cream, building me into a frenzy again.

My thighs quiver as he unzips his jeans. This is what I want, hot and dirty with the man who doesn’t just see me as a virginal conquest, sees me as a person, someone to protect and not to hurt, and when he rubs his hard cock up and down my slit, getting it so wet, I know I’m about to lose my virginity to the very right man, in the dirtiest of ways.

His cock slides in slow, wet and hot nudging my entrance but then thrusting. My fingers dig into his skin as he passes the barrier, causing white hot lightening and pain deep in my center. I swallow hard trying to hold back tears, and his eyes narrow as he comes to a halt. His voice is like gravel. “You’re a virgin, Angel?”

I didn’t want him to know yet he’s figured it out just the same. “I want this with you, Rogue.” And it’s true because even the way he’s letting me acclimate makes me realize having him as my first was the very right choice.