He picked up his head, lust hazy in his gaze.
“I’ve wanted to taste you since the day you pushed me into the loch.”
Faith’s mouth dropped open.
“Have you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I have a theory,” he said, returning to his work. “Now let me test it.”
Faith’s brow arched with a question, but the next moment his tongue was… good God, it was inside her, and she was shaking. It was unfair at how easily she obeyed him, but then her body seemed to be grappling with some building feeling that overpowered everything else. It was as though her soul was expanding, and the longer he tasted her, the closer she came to exploding.
“Logan,” she breathed, her hands going to his hair to try and push him away. “I can’t…I can’t…”
But he only continued, holding her hands down to her sides as a torrent of rapture fell over her. Her hips bucked, but he wouldn’t be removed, and Faith was sure she might die.
“Logan!”
He stood before her momentarily, looking down at her with fascinated longing. He tore off his shirt, revealing a surprisingly muscular torso scattered with the white scars of former injuries. His muscles, tightly knotted bulges from his arms down, gave her the idea that he must lead a far more active life than she had previously assumed.
However, Faith’s courage drained when he went to undo his pants. She turned her head hastily to look up at the star-studded ceiling. When he came over to her, he seemed aware of her hesitation.
“Do not fear, love.”
Fear? Was that what she felt? Perhaps, but more than that, she thought she might expire from need, particularly when he brushed against her swollen flesh. Her eyes shut tightly as he pressed into her.
“Here. Give me your hand, Faith.”
She lifted her left hand, and he took it, pressing it against his torso and dragging it down his stomach until she felt the warm pillar of his erection. Startled, she nearly pulled away when she heard him gasp at her touch, but he kept hold of her hand, and for that, she was grateful. She needed to lean into his instruction if he was to believe that she was experienced.
But her tightly shut eyes were probably giving her away.
“There is nothing to be ashamed of, love,” he whispered, though his breath was ragged, matching her own. “Please don’t close your eyes. Look at me.”
“I can’t.”
“Faith,” he said, his voice strained. “Look at me.”
Her eyes flickered open, and she gazed up into his intense stare. She would never forget the look in his eyes when he pressed into her. A pained gasp escaped her, and he paused, confusion written over his face.
“Faith?”
She nodded swiftly, needing desperately to be filled by him, regardless of the pain.
“Yes,” she said. “Please, Logan.”
He sank all the way into her, and with a blistering gasp, she absorbed his invasion. He withdrew after a moment, only to push in once more. While the invasion was undoubtedly aching, it was also fiercely satisfying in a way that was unfamiliar and new.
“Faith,” he moaned, making her name sound almost like blasphemy. “How can you be so…”
But thankfully, he didn’t finish his words, instead focusing on his movement.
Faith noted with gratitude that the pain had subsided. His mouth fell to her breast, and the gentle grazing of his teeth caused her to arch. He licked at the tip of her breast, drawing one into his mouth, awakening a new euphoric feeling emergingfrom beneath the pain, Faith focused on it as Logan continued to move within her, and soon she was lifting her buttocks up, trying to take as much of his as possible.
“Logan,” she whispered, her eyes on his. “I think… It’s happening again.”
