Chapter 89 His Request

• Rook POV
• I grin against his skin, my hand tightening on his jaw as I keep him exactly where I want him. “There it is,” I murmur, my voice thick with satisfaction. “Took you long enough.”
• His breath is sharp, uneven, like he’s still trying to hold himself together. But he’s lost that battle, and we both know it. I keep moving, my thrusts steady, deliberate. Deep enough that he shudders beneath me, his fingers curling into fists against the cuffs.