His gaze darkens, molten with hunger. “That’s three times I’ve let you fall apart in my hands, and three times I’ve stopped. You know what that means?”
I can barely think, let alone speak. “W-what?”
His lips hover over mine, cruel and tender all at once. “It means the next time, I’m not stopping. And when I finally let you come, darlin’, you’re gonna scream my name so loud, the whole damn club will hear it.”
His words rattle through me, leaving me trembling, desperate for him. Desperate for release. I can’t take another second of it.
“Please, Logan,” I whisper, my voice raw. “I need you. I need it. Please don’t stop this time.”
Something in his expression shifts, still dark, still hungry, but softer around the edges, as if my surrender finally cracks through his control. “Good girl,” he mutters, and before I can breathe, his mouth is back on me.
This time there’s no teasing, no mercy. His tongue works me with ruthless precision, fingers pressing deep inside as if he knows every secret place I need touched. The coil inside me snaps almost instantly, pleasure detonating so hard, I arch off the mattress and a scream rips from my throat.
“Logan!” His name bursts out of me, wild and uncontrollable, over and over as the shudders wrack through me.
He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let me come down easy. He pushes me higher and keeps me there until I’m shaking, clawing at the sheets, with my thighs trembling around his head. Only when I collapse, boneless and wrecked, does he finally pull back.
He wipes his mouth, breathing hard, his eyes molten as they drink me in. “Told you, darlin’,” he rasps, licking his lips like he’s still tasting me. “You’d scream my name so loud, the whole damn club would hear.”
I can’t even speak. Can’t do anything but stare at him through heavy-lidded eyes, knowing I’m ruined. I’m completely, utterly his.
Shadow
I watch with smug satisfaction at Remi sprawled across the bed, wrecked and beautiful, her cheeks flushed, the colour spilling all the way down her chest. She’s trembling, skin slick with sweat, every inch of her proof of how hard I pushed her.
My cock throbs painfully as I reach for the drawer, tearing a condom open with unsteady hands. I fist myself once, twice,groaning at the sheer intensity of the moment. Christ, I can’t remember the last time I was this hard for anyone.
Rolling the rubber down my length, I drag in a steadying breath, praying I don’t embarrass myself by finishing the second I sink into her.
Because right now, every ounce of me is strung tight between desperate restraint and the kind of hunger that could ruin us both.
I grip her hips, dragging her to the edge of the mattress, my cock straining against the condom as I line myself up. She stirs, her lashes fluttering, eyes hazy from everything I’ve already wrung out of her.
“Mine,” I snarl, and slam into her with one hard thrust.
She cries out, arching beneath me, her nails biting into my arms, but I don’t slow down. I can’t. I drive into her again and again, raw, merciless, every thrust a claim. Sweat runs down my spine, my chest heaving as I pin her body to the mattress, forcing her to take every inch of me.
Her cries echo through the room, tangled with my growls, and the sound only drives me harder. I brace my hands on either side of her head, caging her in, staring down into her flushed, wrecked face.
“Say it,” I grit out, my thrusts slamming deeper, sharper. “Say who you belong to.”
Her lips tremble, another moan spilling out, but it’s not enough. I grip her jaw, forcing her gaze to lock on mine, hips snapping relentlessly against hers. “Say it, Remi.”
Her breath shudders, her nails raking down my back as she finally chokes the word out. “You! Logan . . . I belong to you.”
A savage growl rips from my chest as I pound into her harder, faster, the bed creaking under the force of it. She clenches around me, pulling me under, and I lose myself completely, every thrust a brand, every groan a vow.
Her body tightens around me, pulsing, dragging me closer to the edge with every clench. She’s crying out my name, broken, desperate, and it’s all I ever wanted, even when I didn’t know it. To own her sounds, her body, her everything.
I slam into her harder, chasing that high, every thrust rougher, deeper, until I feel her fall apart beneath me. Her scream rips through the room, nails carving down my back as she shatters around my cock, clenching me so tight, it knocks the air from my lungs.
That’s it. That’s my undoing.
A roar tears out of me as I drive into her one last time, spilling into the condom with such force, I see stars. My whole body locks, trembling, sweat dripping onto her flushed skin. For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our ragged breaths, the pounding of blood in my ears.
I collapse over her, bracing my forearm against the mattress so I don’t crush her completely. My face buries into her neck, breathing her in like I need her scent just to stay alive.
“Mine,” I growl again, softer this time, almost hoarse.
