[Rosco’s POV]
Make love to her.
Make love to her.
Make f*****g love to her.
Denali was asking me to make love to her. Smirking, I stare down into her darkening eyes while her heat presses against me, tempting me to take her with each passing minute.
Make love. I didn’t want to f*****g make love. I wanted to f**k her within an inch of her life until her pretty mouth was screaming my name and her nails were tearing my skin to shreds. But I knew that I wouldn’t be able to do that—not tonight, not right now. Since Denali was new to all of this, I was going to have to control myself.
“Alright,” I murmur, leaning down and kissing her lips. “Just try to relax.”
Nodding, Denali starts to relax against the bed beneath me while I reach down and palm myself so that I can start to rub my tip al
