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His hand slips between my breast, along my stomach, then finding my clit again as he starts rubbing in tight circles. The sensation has me whimpering and squirming, sensitive from the orgasm he just brought me through.
“I'm not done with you yet,” he murmurs against my skin.
I gasp, as with one swift move, he flips us over, pinning me beneath him.
He’s done letting me have the control, and so am I.
The image of his body over me, the muscular arms caging me in at either side, it’s almost enough to send me over the edge again.
As he lowers himself, my nails rake down his back, a desperate attempt to pull him closer. He hisses at the contact, his body tensing above me.
“Oh, baby,” he says with a dark chuckle. I don’t even notice him grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head until it’s too late. “You looking to be punished?”
I clench around him.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
And with a smile so devilish, I shiver, he drives into me. It’s both unforgiving and sweet bliss.
He lowers, never losing his rhythm, and takes my nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking before taking it between his teeth. The sensation is intense. My back arches, desperate for more. He bites down enough for it to hurt, but just enough for it to mix with the pleasure coursing through my veins.
His pace is relentless, the sounds of our bodies colliding echoing in the room. Sweat glistens on his skin, his muscles flexing with each movement, a sight that only fuels me.
“Logan…” His name slips from my lips in a plea, my body winding tighter with each thrust. He only smirks, knowing exactly the effect he’s having.
Jesus, what is this man made of?
And then, in one deep push of his hips, I feel the shock root itself at the base of my spine, warmth engulfing me once more. I bite my lips together, knowing if I open my mouth, the sounds that come out will be nothing short of animalistic.
Watching me, his eyes turn dark, before he takes his free hand, grabs my face between his fingers and squeezes, forcing my lips to part. I know I’ll feel his touch long after it’s gone. He’s branded there now.
“Fucking scream, baby,” he demands.
I do.
I scream his name, my body convulsing beneath his as my release washes over me in waves. He doesn’t slow, riding out my orgasm, prolonging the pleasure until I’m a trembling mess beneath him.
“That's my girl… Fuck. You feel so fucking good.”
His movements become erratic, his grip on me tightens. I can feel him throb inside me as his orgasm takes hold, each pulse of pleasure drawing a rumble from deep in his chest. He holds me tight against him, as if anchoring himself to me.
His thrusts become uneven, more desperate.
It’s in the next breath, he stiffens, and I feel the warmth of his release fill me.
A shuddering sigh ripples through him as he breathes my name against my skin, his heart pounding in rhythm with mine. The grip he has on me doesn't lessen, and I understand he's grounding himself in this moment, in me.
His eyes lock with mine, both of us covered in a sheen of sweat, and breathing like we can’t catch enough air.
Pressing a soft kiss to my swollen lips, he says, “I should have known you were going to be too perfect.”
Fifty-One
Logan
With dawn’s first light stealing through the slats of the blinds, I find myself watching her sleep like a fucking creep, yet I can’t stop. My free hand traces patterns on her back, relishing in the fact that she’s here with me.
Somewhere on this long path of darkness, I managed to find her. A beacon. A force so strong she’s impossible to stay away from. She’s my guiding light. She casts away the shadows while fighting her own.
