Then I start to move, slow at first, building a rhythm that has her moaning with every stroke. The sound of her—breathless, needy—fuels me, each thrust pulling us deeper into this haze of heat and release. My hands roam her body, gripping her hips harder, pulling her back to meet me as I drive forward, the slap of skin on skin filling the room.
“Fuck, Audrey,” I groan, my voice rough with the edge of control slipping away. “You feel so good. So tight around me. Like you were made for this—for me.” The words tumble out,dirty and honest, nothing curated, nothing safe. Dominic was right—I’ve been showing everyone the edited version my whole life. But not her. Not anymore. I want her to hear it all, to feel how much she undoes me.
She whimpers, arching her back further, her body responding to every word, every movement. “Logan... more,” she begs, her voice muffled against the sheets, but I hear the plea clear as day. It sends a thrill through me, knowing I can reduce her to this—brilliant, fierce Audrey, trembling under my touch.
I lean over her, my chest pressing against her back, one hand sliding up to tangle in her hair, tugging just enough to make her gasp. “You want more? I’ll give you fucking everything I have.” My thrusts pick up pace, deeper, harder, the friction building that sweet pressure low in my gut.
“Holy shit, Logan. So good. Fuck. Fuck!”
Releasing her hair, I bring my thumb to my mouth, sucking on it until it’s slick and wet. Then I trail my fingers over the curve of her ass before I touch it against her rear opening.
“This what you need?” I murmur, my voice low and commanding. “My thumb fucking your tight little ass while I fill you up?”
“Holy shit. Yes,” she breathes, pushing back against me impatiently. “God, yes.”
I press the pad of my thumb against her, circling gently at first, feeling her tense and then relax under the touch. She’s so responsive, so open, and when I ease it in—slow, careful, but insistent—she moans loud enough to echo off the walls. The dual sensation hits me like a wave, with her pussy clenching around my cock as I thrust, and now this, the heat and tightness gripping my thumb as I work it deeper, matching the rhythm of my hips.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I growl, losing myself in the feel of her. “Take it all, Audrey. You’re so fucking perfect. So mine.” Thedirty talk spills from me now, unchecked—praise and possession wrapped in heat. “You love this, don’t you? Being filled like this. Coming undone for me.”
She does—her body tells me everything, the way she rocks back, meeting every push, her moans turning to cries as the pleasure builds. I can feel her tightening around me, around everything, and it’s too much, too good. My free hand slips between her legs, finding her clit and rubbing in firm circles, pushing her over the edge.
“Come for me,” I demand, my own release barreling down on me. “Let me feel you shatter.”
And she does—her whole body seizing, a sharp cry ripping from her throat as she clenches around me, wave after wave pulling me under with her. I follow seconds later, thrusting deep one last time, spilling into her with a groan that feels like it’s been torn from my soul.
We collapse together, breathless and spent, my body covering hers as I press kisses to her shoulder, her neck. “I love you,” I whisper, the words softer now, but no less true. “So damn much.”
CHAPTER 26
Audrey
We lie tangled together in his sanctuary, my cheek pressed to his chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. The room smells like sex and sweat and something that’s just us—a scent I’ve come to crave over these past weeks.
His heartbeat is finally slowing beneath my ear. Mine too.
“That was...” I start, then laugh because I don’t have the words.
“Yeah.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Not at all.” I shift, propping my chin on his chest so I can look at him. “That was... new. The commanding thing. The...” I gesture vaguely toward my backside.
“Too much?”
“God, no. It was hot as hell.” I grin at him. “Where did that come from? And don’t just say ‘research.’”
He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Partially research. But also...” He pauses, his expression growing thoughtful. “I think I just needed to…let go. After everything with my parents. I needed to know that at least in this—with you—I could be the person I want to be instead of the person they’ve always made me feel like.”
My heart clenches. “And who do you want to be?”
“Someone strong enough to protect the people I love. Someone who takes what he wants without apologizing for it. But gives to the people he cares about—who matter.” His hand stills on my back. “Someone worthy of you.”
“Logan.” I shift up so we’re face to face, our noses almost touching. “You’ve always been worthy. You just couldn’t see it.”
He’s quiet for a long moment, his eyes searching mine. Then he exhales slowly, like he’s releasing something he’s been holding for years.
“I haven’t felt worthy of anything before,” he says. “My parents, they…never wanted a version of me that didn’t make them money or enhance their social standing.” His lips twist, self-deprecating. “I always thought if I excelled enough, they’d finally be…I don’t know. Impressed? They never were. Even after I bailed them out of their own mess.”
I rest my palm over his heart. It’s steady, living, nothing at all like his voice. “You don’t need their approval. And you don’t owe them shit. You built yourself, Logan. Your mind, your success, your—” I hesitate, then find a ridiculous surge of pride, “—your stamina.”
