The narrow mine tunnel pressed in like a lover who refused to let go. Aria’s curvy body was slick with sweat and Rogue’s c*m as she pressed tightly against his hard frame in the darkness. Emma had drifted back into exhausted sleep further down the passage, giving them a fragile illusion of privacy. But the distant rumble of engines outside reminded them the war was far from over.
Rogue’s big hands roamed her body possessively, sliding under her torn tank top to cup her heavy breasts, thumbs circling her stiff n*****s. “Can’t get enough of you, queen,” he growled against her neck, biting down hard enough to leave another claiming mark. “Even with death breathing down our necks.”
Aria moaned softly, arching into his touch. Her p***y still throbbed from their frantic ride in the mine, dripp
