I let out a frustrated whimper. “No, Logan! I was about to come.”
Before I can answer his question, I’m flipped on my belly witha heavy hand between my shoulder blades, pinning me to the bed.
“Jesus, Ava…when I saw him kissing you, I wanted to kill him, to shift and tear him to pieces and then bathe in his blood. You don’t know how much that hurt me…seeing you with someone else. It fucking destroyed me.”
“I’m sorry, Logan,” I cry out. His raging emotions travel through our mating bond, and I feel his turmoil as if it were my own.
“Do you feel anything for him?”
“No, I—”
“Did your pussy get wet when he kissed you?”
“No, Logan. I don’t feel anything for him. He kissed me. I didn’t kiss him back—”
“Were you going to fuck him that night your heart stopped?”
“Y-yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about it before going to the hotel?” he roars.
Tears stream down my face, wetting the pillow under my smooshed face. “I-I didn’t think it was important…I never felt anything for Jude.”
“Did you fuck him?”
“No, I swear…We only kissed once, that’s all, and it was months ago.”
Logan lets out a shuddering breath at my words. Then he plunges two thick fingers inside my drenched pussy, massaging them expertly against my G-spot, making my eyes roll in the back of my head. “Who do you belong to, Ava?”
“Y-you, Logan.”
“Who owns this pussy?”
“You! Only you!”
“Mmm. That’s my good girl,” he breathes gravelly in my ear, his voice drenched in sex, his breath fanning over the side of myneck, eliciting tingles all the way down to my toes. A guttural moan leaves Logan as he sucks his fingers clean before his mouth crashes to mine. He pushes the fat head of his cock at my entrance and slams to the hilt, his balls slapping against my pussy. I only get a few seconds to adjust to his impressive length before he starts fucking me hard.
Pleasure entwines with pain, and Logan doesn’t let up. He hammers into me like he’s possessed, swallowing with his lips and tongue the loud moans coming out of my mouth, the front of his body fused with my back. Just as I’m about to crest and fall over the edge, Logan stops, denying me another orgasm. I cry out his name in frustration as tears blur my vision and roll down my cheeks. Clearly, he isn’t done punishing me, but I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
I feel empty as he pulls out of me. With equal parts of irritation and curiosity, I crane my neck a little more to the side to gauge his next move. Honestly, with the raw pain that filtered through our bond, I expect him to walk away. What I’m not prepared for is the moment he palms his cock before he starts pumping his hand furiously over his shaft. I lick my lips at thebead of precum dripping down my ass, hungry for him, the eroticism of this moment sucking all the air from my lungs.
He looks like a sex god, jaw slack, taut muscles, and bulging veins while he bites into his lower lip, his eyes at half-mast, watching me. His expression smolders as he comes with my name on his lips. Thick ropes of cum jut out and paint my lower back and ass cheeks as his heated gaze travels the length of my body in a slow, sensual perusal, setting my blood on fire.
“Fuck, baby, you look so hot covered in my cum,” he growls, wipes up his cum with his hand, and pushes it into my pussy with two of his fingers. He continues to move them inside me, slow and maddening, keeping me just out of reach of the high I’m so desperate for.
I push back on his hand, seeking more friction, and he purrs, “Is there something you need?”
“Fuck me! Please, Logan, please, I need you!” I snap my eyes shut, unable to take the assault on my senses anymore. I need to come like I need my next breath.
Suddenly, Logan flips me onto my back. “Open your eyes, baby. Give me those beautiful greens.” His tone is soft now.
With a loud sniff, I open them. Our gazes hook and snare. My breath catches in my throat at the mix of adulation, lust, and tenderness brimming in his. He has me caged against the mattress, his lips a hair’s-breadth away from mine.
Logan’s cock twitches against my slit, making me whimper loudly. This time, he enters me slowly as if trying to savor every single point of new, delicious contact. An inferno blazes through me at the way his thumb circles my engorged clit, with the perfect amount of pressure. His eyes never leave mine, and our connection runs deeper than ever before; our pleasure intensified tenfold by the way we feel everything the other does through our mating bond. Our chests move in unison, heart to heart, beating at the same maddening rhythm.
“You own me, Ava. Every piece of me. Every piece of my heart. I love you, and I can’t live without you.”
His words bounce between us and sear into my soul while breathing life into my lungs at the same time. “I love you too, Logan. So much it hurts,” I say earnestly, and we lose ourselves in each other’s rapture, my admission pushing us both over the edge into an abyss of ecstasy.
