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Someone told me that everything will be all right. But now, I am alone.
Then the memory of an old lady comes.
After she made me tea, she told me about her lost friends and sisters. Then she cleaned my wound and noticed more blood on my pants.
“Do you have your period? Poor you, go to the bathroom and clean up. I will wash them, and afterward, I will iron them dry, all right?”
The kind lady, using her savings, takes me home. Old lips kiss my forehead as she blesses me and leaves through the back door.
A moment later, the air, saturated with the familiar aura, starts to seep into my frozen bones.
Logan.
“You are safe, Cassandra.” His calm husky voice urges me to suck in air saturated with his scent. Subsequently, I realize I am enveloped in his arms. Safe.
“Tell me.” Logan watches me with a soft loving expression as my tears disappear into my hairline.
Closing my eyes, I tell him about those three days that seemed like a dream. And I recall one more thing I dismissed before.
“I was pregnant.” As soon as I tell him, I know it’s the truth. “I found out a few days earlier, Sam didn’t know. I thought if I waited long enough, I could give him the news on his birthday. I lost the baby. The pain didn’t register.”
Logan lifts us into a sitting position, embracing me as I wrap my legs around his hips and press my shivering body against his. I try to let his warmth seep into my bones as I weep.
“You lived through a lot. Let yourself feel it all now. Don’t run from it, embrace it.” I squeeze him, afraid if I let go, he won’t come back.
“I am terrified to lose you.” I force the words out, holding my breath, listening to his.
“I am not going anywhere.” He cups my face, pressing our lips together. The relief I feel transforms into the fire smoldering inside of me and I get lost in his passionate kiss.
The sensation’s exploding inside my chest, shooting down straight to my core. My breasts become heavy with the need to be touched, and my aroused nipples brush Logan's chest as we move. Engaged in each other’s taste and feel, we battle, and my nostrils flare. Logan is pushing my hips against his hardness, brushing my clit, and a gasp escapes my lips. The electric sensation starts to build within me.
I grab his hair and tug, making him groan and then attack my neck with his teeth, soothing the spot with his lips after. My roaming hands try to touch him everywhere as desperation overtakes us. H
is fingers travel to my breast, stroking the sensitive hard tip, causing me to gasp into his mouth. The other muscular hand presses me into him as I ride teasingly against his pulsing length. Logan’s wild green eyes ignited with lust. He thrusts inside, watching his length claim me.
When he is wholly sheathed in my throbbing womb, he draws me close to him, holding his hand on my throat as he begins to move, my eyes captured in a fierce battle as the pleasure and rightfulness pulses through every nerve ending, every fiber.
I touch myself, watching him as his nostrils flare. With an animalistic need, he starts to pound me punishingly. His hand moves to my collarbone, brushing the sensitive skin.
“Logan…” The past fades.
His hand moves to wind into my hair as he pulls me in for a savage kiss, increasing the tempo. We both lose the rhythm as the violence of our love-making besieges us.
“Night...” A hoarse groan leaves his mouth as he thrusts in me.
The rhythm is wrecking me, unmaking and undoing. The pleasure’s fusing us inside the typhoon. My fingers dig into his skin as the swelling sensation spirals out of control.
“Let go.” His firm command is a trigger and we both explode as the tsunami shatters me in its passionate rage.
Powerful love bursts inside, burning the walls, the pain, and sorrow. I’m ready to give everything I have to this man who is capable of stripping me to the core. He kisses my shoulder as his hard length throbs inside of me, spent.
“Logan?” My tears stream down, cleansing my soul. I am flooded with a blissful sense of contentment. “I love you so damn much,” I cry as he embraces me.
A satisfied Logan pours all his love and devotion into the most soothing kiss, and my peaceful soul falls into the oblivion surrounded by him. Sleeping next to him, I feel warmly cocooned, as if coming home.
Far away, my mother’s lullaby floats to me, and sweet melancholy feelings vibrate in my chest. But as soon as a whimper escapes my lips, his hands soothingly stroke my bare back, and his lips brush my forehead, lulling me back into peaceful nothingness.
Chapter 14
