“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls, working his way in.
My hands land on his biceps, and I feel the tremble of restraint there. I lean forward to graze my teeth over his neck, and grip his shirt, tearing it open. The sound of buttons falling mingles with our breathing.
“Don’t hold back, detective,” I purr, running my hands over his abdomen and up his chest, pinching his nipple.
I don’t have a chance to admire the angel wings tattooed on his chest as his hand wraps around my throat, tipping my head back. My core clenches at the heated look in his arctic gaze, making a small hiss fall from his lips.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he growls, slamming into me, hard.
I bite my bottom lip, tipping my hips up. “But it will be a good death, right?”
His fingers flex around my neck. “The fucking best.”
Logan picks up the pace, his hips slamming into me hard and fast as he grinds his pelvis into mine. My eyes roll back as I take everything he’s giving me. Logan’s grip on my neck tightens as his thumb presses on my pulse. My breathing is stuttered, and a rush of desire fills me at his possessiveness.
“Harder,” I breathe.
Logan growls, slamming into me once more before pulling out. He lifts me from the basin and spins me, grabbing my hips and guiding himself back in. Oh my god, he feels so good. Our eyes meet in the mirror and hold. Logan’s palms glide up my body, dragging my dress over my head, then banding his arm across my chest, he pulls me flush against his body. His tan skin against my pale white is a beautiful contrast. One hand cups my breast and his other hand glides down and hooks my leg, lifting it so he can drive in deeper. His eyes go to where we are joined, and my head falls back to his shoulder as he pumps into me over and over, drawing me higher. My muscles quiver and clench around him, and I feel my canines descend, wanting to mark him.
Shit.
I try to cover them with my lips, but Logan’s thumb brushes over my clit, causing me to cry out as the orgasm rips through me like a lightning bolt. He groans into my neck, driving in harder as my muscles clench around him.
“Fuck, Salena,” he growls, gripping me even tighter. I’m sure I’ll have bruises. I love it.
His whole body goes taut and he shudders as his arm wraps tightly around my waist, pulling me so tightly against him there’s absolutely no space between us. His eyes lift to the mirror, the blue so vibrant it almost takes my breath away.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes.
My stomach dips at his words, and I smile as I reach behind me to run my fingers through his hair. Logan’s eyes fall closed as my hand glides through his hair. Placing a soft kiss on my shoulder, he pulls out and strips us of our clothes, then tosses the condom in the bin.
Lifting me up, his hands go under my ass and my legs around his waist, as he turns for the shower, carrying me in there. Turning it on, he steps under the water, letting the warm water cascade over us. I unwrap my legs, and slide down his naked body, his hands gently gliding over me as I do. Grabbing the soap, we wash each other slowly and meticulously. My hands linger and trace over the three deep scars on his abdomen. What on earth happened to him?
Logan’s palms smooths over my breasts, the lather of soap making us slippery, I lean into him, pressing my soapy chest to his, kissing the underside of his jaw. Slowly, I trail a path of bites, nips, and kisses down his body, his fists sinking into my hair as I get on my knees. I peer up at him through wet lashes as I grab hold of his thick cock and run my tongue over the tip.Logan’s fists tighten in my hair, and I moan, loving the stinging sensation. I do it again, then run my tongue over the full length of him and take him in my mouth. I use my hand as I go, taking him as deep as I can. My other hand is braced on his thigh, the muscles tense and trembling under my touch.I take him to the back of my throat and swallow, my throat tightening around him, dragging a deep guttural groan from him. My nipples peak at the sound, but I don’t pick up my pace. I tease him with aching slowness, until I can feel him barely holding back his control.
Pulling away, I drop my hands to his legs and peer up at him. The fire in his gaze makes my core throb. I open my mouth, and wait, his eyes flaring with a feral need as he understands what I’m doing. His hands pull my hair back from my face into a ponytail which he wraps firmly around one fist while the other hand opens my jaw wider. Then his cock fills my mouth, the tip of him hitting the back of my throat, before drawing out to the tip, a few more slow strokes and his hips pick up the pace.
“Fuck, Salena. You're even more beautiful on your knees taking my cock into that pretty mouth.”
A delicious tremor runs over me at his words, a dark feral anticipation fills me at the tone. It makes my core pulse in response, and I squirm, rubbing my thighs together. Logan tugs and pulls at my hair as he moves his hips, making him go deeper. I grow dizzy with need as his thrusts move faster. Suddenly, he releases my hair, grabbing my face with both hands and holding me steady while he thrusts his hips, hitting the back of my throat each time. He fucks my mouth with ruthless force, and I fucking love it.
Logan’s pace falters, his body tensing as he trembles. “Fuck . . . ” he roars, tipping his head back. Water cascades down his body, the tendons in his neck standing out. He pushes in all the way to the back of my throat and stays there, his release spilling down my throat, forcing me to swallowaround his throbbing cock. The taste of him is sweet and comforting.
Logan’s face tips down to mine, water dripping from the ends of the dark strands. The way his eyes are burning into mine makes my stomach flutter as he pulls from my mouth. He strokes my cheeks and across my lips with the pad of his thumb. My tongue darts out, swirling around his thumb, and he curses, pulling me to my feet and drawing me into his chest, his mouth covering mine. Surprise has me frozen for a second before I return the kiss. Most men would demand I rinse my mouth out first before kissing me.
Logan pulls back, looking into my eyes.“Tasting me on your tongue is fucking hot,” he growls, nipping at my bottom lip.
How a human can be this animalistic I have no idea, but I love it. Shutting off the hot water, I step out of the shower and reach into the cupboard for the towels, tossing one to Logan before snagging one for myself. I watch as he dries off, his broad shoulders flexing with the movement. Every muscle is well defined, which can only come from hours of vigorous training. His abs and obliques are masterpieces, and his legs bulge with strong muscles. I notice more scars on his back, questions burning the tip of my tongue.
Chapter Seventeen
Salena
Ilieherelisteningto the steady sound of Logan’s breathing. We’re laying on our sides facing each other, his muscular arm draped over my waist, keeping me close. I softly trace the name Riley on his chest. I wonder who Riley was and what happened to him or her.
I also notice more faint scars marring Logan’s side. The three on his stomach are remarkably deep, as if the wound didn’t heal properly. I have so many questions about what happened to him, but I know I can’t ask them. He’ll open up to me when he’s ready. I close my eyes, knowing I need to get some sleep.
I must drift off, because I wake warm and comfortable, my whole body relaxed. Slowly, I blink my eyes open. My head is resting in the crook of Logan’s arm, soaking in his warmth. I press my nose to his neck, breathing him in, savoring his scent. I lift my head to stunning blue eyes staring into mine. His hand is drawing slow small circles on my lower back.
