Logan follows my gaze and smirks. “They are perfect for each other.”
I laugh, because he isn’t wrong. The front door of the car opens, and Sander jumps in. “Let’s get you two home.”
Chapter Sixty Four
Salena
Thenextmorning,Iwatch as the sun rays slowly paint Logan's face with a gentle, golden light. I can’t help but reach up and gently trail my fingers over his features, feeling the warmth of his skin. His beautiful blue eyes blink open and his gaze moves over every inch of my face as if committing it to memory. He moves closer, our bodies facing each other, and our legs tangled together, his strong arm gently wrapped around my middle, providing a comforting sense of security.
“I’m never letting you out of my sight again,” he murmurs against my lips.
My eyes don’t leave his when I whisper, “I can get on board with that, but I prefer to go to the toilet alone. Gotta keep the mystery alive.”
Logan squeezes my waist. “Baby, I was so fucking scared I’d lost you.”
My heart speeds up and my soul cries out at the pain in his voice. I don't have the courage to tell him I was afraid of that very same thing. I wasn’t so sure they would find me before my body gave out, succumbing to the multiple injuries. Thanks to Nesrin, my body has been fully healed, but the phantom pain still lingers.
“Did he?” Logan asks softly, looking lost for words. A frown appears on my face as my mind tries to make sense of what he’s asking. Then it hits me. What the other girls suffered. I reach up, cupping his cheek.
“No, honey, he didn’t get that far. He did other things, but never that.”
Logan’s breath whooshes out of him, his whole body sagging in relief. Gripping my head in both hands, he smashes his mouth over mine, his fingers tangling in my mess of hair.The kiss is consuming, lighting that fire in my chest that burns just for him.
Logan rolls on top of me, bracing himself on his arms. His blue eyes swirl with more emotions than I can count as he stares down at me. His love and adoration for me flow through our mate bond, warming my heart and caressing my soul. I also feel all the pain of almost losing me again. “I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life, Salena,” he says, rubbing his nose along mine.
“Good thing you will never have to find out, detective.”
A small grin tugs at his lips as he dips down for another kiss, his warm, soft lips moving gently over mine. When he pulls away, a wave of sadness washes over me.
“He tore up my wedding dress. You never got to see it,” I grumble, disheartened.
“Baby, I will pay any amount of money to get it remade. You deserve the best, and I will give it to you.”
“I really want to marry you,” I whisper, my hands tracing the muscles of his back.
“Fuck,” he curses.
Logan drops his mouth to mine in the most delicious kiss. The moan that escapes me sounds desperate. I can sense the tension radiating off his body and feel the solidness of his muscles against me. He’s restraining himself. I don’t want him to hold back; I want him to love me the way he does best. So I bite down on the lip, and a deep rumble comes from deep in his chest as he grinds his cock against me.
“Logan,” I breathe, my voice sounding needy even to my own ears.
His eyes hold mine as he searches them, like he’s trying to uncover a secret. I know what he’s looking for, but I am ready. More than ready.
Logan must sense that, because he pulls down the neck of my tank top, sucking a nipple into his warm mouth. My fingers dive into his thick hair as I arch my back, pushing my breast into him.
“Yes,” I moan.
He moves to the other breast before sliding the top over my head. His warm hands move down my sides as he takes my underwear off, the feeling of his touch coating me in goosebumps. His fingertips softly glide over my center, his eyes sparkling with raw intensity.
“Fuck, baby, you're wet already?”
“I want you, Logan,” I say, moaning as his fingers enter me, sliding in and out at a slow pace. My eyes fall shut, the bed moving under his weight, suddenly his mouth is covering me, sucking and licking on that sensitive bundle while his fingers plunge inside of me. Bright sparks of pleasure roll through me as I lift my hips, needing more. I cry out in pleasure as he bites down on my inner thigh before running a slow, torturous lick over my clit. I look down into his wickedly sexy eyes as his mouth covers me again and sucks hard, his fingers curling and hitting the spot deep inside of me. The tips of my fingers and toes tingle as ecstasy rises inside me, lighting my body up like electric currents running under my skin. Pleasure tears through me so hard and fast white spots dance in front of my eyes as I scream his name.
I feel Logan move away, and I whine, instinctively reaching for him. Then his body is covering mine, his knees pushing my legs apart, and then he is slowly pushing inside of me. My muscles clench and contract around him as another orgasm comes from nowhere, taking my breath.
“Fuck, Salena,” he groans, his forehead dropping to mine as he plunges in over and over, sending me higher and higher. I feel my senses slipping away as his body moves over me.
A sense of frenzy hits me, my fingers digging into his back, clawing, as if I need him even closer. I lean up and bite my mate mark on his neck, and Logan groans low and deep, moving even faster than before. His fingers tangle in my hair, tipping my head back as he lavishes my throat. Pulling back, he speaks roughly.
