Page 49 of Raging Tempest


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She wasn’t saying no. Couldn’t. Rook took her lack of an answer for agreement and hooked his thumbs in the sides of the jumpsuit and pushed it down to his ankles along with his underwear. His cock sprung up and bobbled in the air. Thick and pulsing, the rounded tip flushed an angry red with darker shades of purple down the shaft.

He reached out, gripped the band at the top of her underwear and tugged. The fabric resisted before snapping. Erotic pressure shot from her groin. She slammed her head back onto the wall, gasping. He shoved the rest of her armor down, baring her to his view. She toed off her boots.

Rook’s mouth curved in a wicked slant as he latched onto her hips and lifted her. She curled her legs around his waist and his cock probed her soaked entrance. Placing her hands on his shoulders for balance, she let the wall take her weight and rocked upward. Rook thrust forward at the same time and his length slid through her welcoming channel.

Hot and heavy, he filled her with a delicious stretch that had her crying out. He thrust in a steady rhythm, taking her on a climb she remembered well. Flames of passion licked her skin wherever their bodies touched. Her hands scrambled to clutch him to her, the shuttling in and out of his erection, leaving her breathless. Her internal muscles rippled and clenched with each withdrawal and penetration of his cock.

“Rook! Yes, harder!” she commanded.

He released one leg to grab her hair and jerk her head back. His thrusting hips stopped. Orgasm hovered just out of reach. She swallowed. Why had he stopped? “Rook?”

“This time will be different.” Teeth bared in a rough grimace, he snarled, “Show me!”

Desire left her shaking and confused. Her brows drew together but the feel of his throbbing cock made it difficult to focus.

“Show me, damn it! I want to see the real you when I’ve got my cock buried inside you.”

She moaned and hefted her thighs higher. “I...I...what?”

He pressed his forehead to hers and rasped. “Show me your real face, Tempest.”

“Seraphina,” she gasped and arched against his hard cock throbbing inside of her. “My name’s Seraphina.”

Why? Why had she given him her name?

Rook grazed his teeth down the side of her throat, growling and snarling. “Fina. My Fina.”

Her breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t been called Fina in a long time.

“Will you let me see you, Fina?” he whispered.

This time the question got him what the harsh demand hadn’t and she let her morph slip.

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