The room was dim, shadows flickering as Rodger’s quiet intensity dominated the space. His piercing gray-blue eyes locked onto yours, burning with unspoken desire. Beneath you, his grip on your hips was firm yet tender, his every breath controlled but heavy with need. No words were spoken; his gaze alone conveyed passion, possession, and reverence.

With a final, shuddering exhale, he released himself inside you, his grip briefly tightening as his body trembled beneath yours. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his jaw clenched, but still, not a word escaped his lips—just the quiet intensity of his breathing.