Page 105 of The Rookie

And Griffin notices.

"Oh, you want it now?" he taunts, his hands tightening, possessive, keeping me exactly where he wants me. "You can beg for it, baby."

I whimper, panting, gasping, my mind too wrecked to care.

"Please," I whisper, "please, Griffin."

"That’s my good girl."

Then—he snaps his hips forward, hard.

I choke on a moan, my fingers clenching into the mattress as he fucks me exactly how he wants, no holding back.

His thrusts are relentless, deep, his grip bruising, his hands everywhere.

Spanking me between thrusts, growling how perfect I feel, how good I take him.

I can’t think, can’t breathe, can only moan, can only take it, can only fall apart all over again.

"That’s it, baby," he groans, his voice wrecked, raw, as he pounds into me. "Fucking mine now."

And the second he says it—I break.

My body locks up, pleasure slamming into me so hard I swear I black out for a second as my release burns me up.

“Deeper,” I moan. “Deeper, Griffin baby.”

I pulse around him, shaking, sobbing his name, and Griffin loses it completely.

“You want that cum baby?”

“I want it. So bad.”

He grunts, thrusting deep, burying himself inside me, his fingers digging into my hips as he follows me over the edge.

His groan is low, primal, wrecked, his body tense, shaking, claiming me in every possible way.

We stay like that, tangled, breathless, ruined.

Then—he presses a slow, lazy kiss to the curve of my shoulder.

"I told you I’d take my time with you, Sinclair," Griffin murmurs, his lips brushing over my temple as I try to catch my breath.

A weak, breathless laugh escapes me, though my whole body still trembles. Every nerve feels alive, buzzing with the aftermath of him.

And fuck—as he moves with an ease that’s almost infuriating, grabbing a warm towel from the bathroom to gently clean us up—I already want more.

Griffin Knox is an addiction like I’ve never experienced.

He kneels beside me, the towel brushing softly over my thighs, his touch so tender it makes my chest ache. He doesn’t rush, his focus entirely on me, and the vulnerability of the moment leaves me breathless.

“You okay, Princess?” he asks, his voice lower now, threaded with concern.

I nod, my lips curving into a small smile. “More than okay.”

“Good.” He leans in, his lips finding my forehead in a kiss so sweet it nearly undoes me all over again. “Because if it’s too much, you tell me. Always.”

I swallow, the sincerity in his voice turning my heart into a puddle. “I will. I promise. Mmm and I really liked that.”

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