Page 168 of The Rookie

From that position on my stomach, he dominates me like I’ve never been before, thrusting deep and pushing my face into the pillow but pulling me up every so often for air that he seems to drown out with his all-encompassing, soaking wet kisses.

“So fucking hot. So beautiful. So mine, Sinclair.”

I whimper as another orgasm crashes through me, my body arching against him as I lose myself completely in the storm of him. Every thrust, every movement, sends a shiver through me, and I don’t know where he ends and I begin.

He doesn’t stop. Not until I’m trembling beneath him, breathless, a mess of pleasure and need. And then I feel it—the way his rhythm falters, the way his fingers dig into my hips, holding me steady as his breath catches in a low, guttural growl.

He pulls out quickly, flips me over on my back, and presses in again. Deep. Deeper.

“Griffin,” I breathe, my voice hitching as my legs instinctively wrap around his waist, locking him in place. “Don’t stop. Don’t…hold back.”

His eyes snap to mine, dark and burning with something primal. Something feral. His movements grow harder, faster, his control slipping as my nails rake down his back, urging him on.

“Fuck, Avery,” he rasps, his voice a growl. “You’re going to make me?—”

“Yes,” I whisper, pulling him closer, tighter, my thighs pressing against his sides. “I want all of you. Please.”

“Mmm,” he groans, and I close my legs around him, locking them, lockinghim inas hard as I can.

And that’s it. That’s all it takes.

With a guttural groan, he loses himself completely, his hand flying up to cover my mouth as I cry out, the sound muffled against his palm. His release is fierce, shuddering through him as he buries himself to the hilt, his body trembling above mine. The sensation, the intimacy, the rawness of it all—it’s too much, and I unravel with him, a final wave of pleasure crashing over me.

“Shh,” he murmurs, his voice a rasp as his lips brush my ear. “You’re going to wake the whole damn house, baby.”

I nod against his hand, my body still trembling, my eyes locked with his. The intensity in his gaze is staggering, his chest heaving as he leans down, brushing his lips over mine in a kiss so tender it steals the breath from my lungs.

“I love you,” he whispers, his forehead pressed to mine, his voice rough and raw. “You’re everything, Avery. Everything.”

I smile, cupping his face, feeling the truth of his words in every fiber of my being. “I love you, too.”

He grins, pressing another kiss to my lips before pulling me into his arms, his body still pressed against mine, as if he never wants to let go. And for the first time, I feel completely, utterly whole.

“Dear God, Griffin.”

“What?”

“That was just…a lot.”

He smirks. “Well, what do you expect, wrapping your legs around me like that? Do we have to schedule an early wedding?”

I chuckle. “I’m not ovulating…but I guess we’ll find out in four weeks or so.”

His fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. “You’re mine now, Sinclair. And I don’t plan on letting you forget it. Ever.”

His lips find mine again, softer this time, but no less consuming. As his weight presses me into the mattress, I realize one thing with absolute certainty—this man has ruined me for anyone else.

“I won’t.”

forty-two

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Griffin

I wakeup to the sound of soft breathing and the weight of Avery curled against my side, her head tucked under my chin. Her hair tickles my neck, and I can feel the steady rise and fall of her chest.

For a moment, I let myself soak it in—this quiet, intimate moment that feels so damn perfect I don’t want it to end.

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