Chapitre 47: A Visitor

[Rosco’s POV]

I shove deep into Denali while she claws at my skin. Dammit, this woman was going to be the death of me. She could act so insecure and innocent one minute and so fucking seductive the next. I was sure she had no idea just what she did to me every time she asked me to do things to her.

“Say my name, princess,” I hiss, quickening my thrusts.

“Rosco,” Denali moans, wrapping her legs around my waist. “That’s it, Rosco, harder.”

Fuck, I promised myself I wouldn’t get rough with her until I was sure she was used to this, but the need to fuck hard and ruthlessly was starting to take over. Fuck it. What was the worst that could happen if I let my feral side out? She would tell me to stop, and I would do just that, but what if she became afraid? Dammit, this was frustrating.

“Hey,” she murmurs, sliding her hands to rest on my cheeks. “What’s wrong?”

What was wrong? I was fighting an inner battle, and my rational side was quickly losing.