The reinforced bedroom smelled of s*x, blood, and gunpowder. Aria lay tangled in the sheets, her curvy body glistening with sweat, heavy breasts rising and falling as she caught her breath. Rogue’s thick c**k was still buried deep inside her, pulsing with the aftershocks of their intense lovemaking. His massive frame covered hers protectively, one tattooed hand lazily stroking between her thighs, pushing his c*m back into her well-used p***y.
“I meant every word,” he murmured against her neck, voice rough with emotion and dominance. “No more lies. No more games. You’re my queen. My woman. Mine alone.”
Aria arched into his touch, her walls fluttering around him again. Despite the destruction outside and the cartel’s impending return, her body craved him. She rolled her hips slowly, taking
